What to Wear: When You Don't Feel Like Getting Dressed

For what feels like the 90th day in a row, I woke up to this:

 Fun story time! So on Monday, we woke up to another foot of snow. My husband went out and brushed off my car before taking my daughter to school and himself to work, but he didn't have time to plow the driveway before he left. When it was time for me to head to my workout, I laced up and was about to head to the car when I heard the telltale sound of a snowblower.
 It was my 60+ neighbor, sweetly plowing our driveway. We have a snowblower, so it's not necessary, but he does it anyway. I stood at the door and wondered if I should go out or if I should just hide in my house. Make fun of me if you will, but it's awkward to be like "Welp, thanks for plowing my driveway, I"ll just leave you to it then!" and then LEAVE. But I had no choice! I needed to get to my workout!
 So I went out. I headed over to him and reminded him that it totally wasn't necessary for him to plow our driveway and thanked him for it. Then he wanted to hurry and plow behind my car so I could get out. Now, I drive a big 'ol beast of a 4WD SUV and I could have just driven over it, but he insisted. While he plowed, I scraped the minimal amount of ice off of my windshield and windows and then figured I'd just heat up the car and wait for the rest to melt off. I was literally driving two blocks down the road. I hopped back in the car and when my neighbor was done, he came and knocked on my car window.
"Do you have a scraper?" He yelled.
"I do, but it's really fine. I've got the defroster on."
"Just give me the scraper and I'll do your car!"
"No... it's really fine. I'm just driving two blocks down the road."
"JUST GIVE ME THE SCRAPER."
Sheepishly, I handed it over and then proceeded to sit there like a total shmuck while he scraped every square inch of ice off of my car for the next 10 minutes. I was super grateful... but I also felt like a huge idiot. When he was done he handed the scraper back through my window and then finished up my driveway.
Sufficiently mortified, I went to workout and then headed down to the store right after. I picked up a loaf of artisan bread to drop off to his house, but I hadn't had a chance to when we got another six inches. This time, my husband went to their house and plowed their driveway, but now I think they've gone away for the week. And it's snowing again. So NOW I feel like my husband needs to plow their driveway every day until they get back so they can see that we returned the favor.
THIS IS MY LIFE PEOPLE.
Then, last night, my husband was out plowing and shoveling and decided that just then would be the perfect time to start knocking the six-inch thick ice chunks frozen to our house. I was upstairs with the kids when I heard a huge crash. I ran down the stairs, fully expecting to see him dead under a pile of ice, but he was just standing there with a 6-foot length of gutter and an Adirondack chair, both of which he had broken with his icecapades.

Guess what? I'm ready for sun. 

There's probably a solid three feet of snow on my lawn and those white spots? That's not my dirty window -- that's more snow. But you know what? I don't care because I don't have a single place to go today and that is glorious. I actually purposely plan all of my week's stuff on one or two days. Tuesdays and Thursdays are always my busiest days, but that means I can relax a bit on the other days. And, since the roads are a mess, I'm absolutely taking advantage of that fact. I plan on hiding in my house, getting some work done and reading while my son naps.

What I'm saying in the most roundabout, least fashion bloggy way is that I'm not getting dressed today.

And guess what? Anyone who posts pictures of their outfits is probably showing off what they wear about an eighth of the time. Because mark my words, the rest of the time, they're in their sweats, hiding from their well-meaning neighbors like EVERYONE ELSE.

SO I'm not lying when I tell you that while I have a very extensive closet of cute clothes, I also have a HUGE collection of lounge clothes too. And I'm wearing some right now. And that's OK. Although I will say that even if I'm hanging out in the house all day, I'll wear something more than PJs to get through it. Because even if no one else is going to see me, if I stay in PJs all day, I'll undoubtedly start feeling gross and unproductive and unshowered all day. Simply changing into cute, well-fitting lounge stuff means I'm still totally comfortable, but I don't end up wallowing in self pity, Downton Abbey and poor food choices all day.

Here are some super cute options for getting dressed when there's no point in actually getting dressed.

Volcom pocket tee / Victoria's Secret vintage top / Knit shirt / Black tank top, $24 / Activewear pants / American Eagle Outfitters stripe pants / Accessorize button shoes / Pastry snakeskin shoes, $47 / Minnetonka bow shoes / Gap Logo Lounge Pants / Aero 87 Lace Full-Zip Yoga Hoodie

Fit is EVERYTHING. There's a huge difference between a cute pair of lounge pants and wearing your hubby's sweats. If your lounge clothes make you look like you and your hubby have roughly the same body shape, it's a problem. Hoodies and yoga pants are totally fine. When they fit. Also, a cute pair of slippers or house-approved shoes helps too. I have mukluks that I love, but I'll also wear moccasins and sneakers around. Just don't tell my Canadian parents, who think it's appalling when I wear shoes in my house.

And now, what not to wear.

Striped top / J.Crew flannel pajamas / Topman Heather Jersey Sweatpants / Supersoft Zebra Print Onesie, $31

Men's sweatpants, actual pajamas, that gross souvenir T-shirt that you wear when dyeing your hair and ONESIES. Do I really need to even say this? If you slept in it the night before, change out of it. UNLESS you're sick or just had a baby because those times don't count.

For the record, I'm hanging out in Calvin Klein yoga leggings and a Roots Canada half-zip sweater today. And that's pretty much how I'll stay all day.

And I'm thinking about eating the loaf of bread I bought my neighbor.

Also, I'm a horrible, awkward shell of a human being.

Alright, sock it to me. Are you a "get dolled up every day" type? Or are you more of a "Put on pants when I have to go to Wal-Mart" kinda gal?