Writer wear…

I’m in the writing zone today. And in that zone, there be writer wear. This is what my winter writer wear consists of on any given day.

The bottom — yoga pants. I like Roots brand a) because I live in Canadaland, b) because they have a beaver in their logo, c) because they last forever, d) the comfy factor is high, high, high.

FYI — This is not me. Those feet look suspiciously like my feet; but that derriere…um…no. Only if you were using the zoom out function on your Google Maps.

The top — a nondescript black tee with something written on it like Who’s your crawdaddy? or I’ve decided to put myself in charge, or Normal people scare me. Something that keeps the neighbors from ringing the doorbell.

The very bottom — fuzzy socks.

I have a gazillion pair. Yeah. I’m too sexy for my feet.

The very top — to complete my winter writer wear ensemble, the hoodie.

Okay. That’s not me either. Just in case you were wondering. Although, sometimes I look like that when I’m writing. The pink. The pink is all mine.

So what’s your winter writer wear?

Inquiring minds and all that.