Yule (B)log: Day One: Soft Clothes

One of my favourite internet people is Amber Adrian. I don't even remember how I started reading her, but in the last year she's launched an endeavor surrounding supporting writer's in their creativity. She also live-tweeted her father's death, which gave me great comfort for when I am faced with the same eventuality, and wrote a beautiful piece on the miscarriage of an unplanned pregnancy (which I recommend you read if you're in an emotional place to do so). At any rate, she decided to undertake a project called Yule (B)log, wherein she'd blog every week day in December and Twitter nudged me to take part. Here I am.

I am having a terrible day. It's one of those days where everything is going wrong, nothing is within my control, and I am serving as a go between for (seeming) lunatics who are at cross-purposes. So that seemed like a good opportunity to talk about what of my recent obsessions: soft clothes.

I have stolen the term from Judge John Hodgman (who in turn gives credit to Paul F. Tompkins), but I believed in soft clothes even before I head the word. Basically, soft clothes are the clothes you change into when you get home from work. They are not pajamas, per say, but comfortable garments you can lounge around the house in. You do not leave the house in them.  I am a great believer in soft clothes that are not pajamas, because I believe it's a great way to signal to your body that it's time to relax (but not sleep). When it's time to go to bed, then you roll out the pajamas. I don't workout in soft clothes or even do yoga (unless it's specifically a bedtime series). Soft clothes are for reading on the couch, watching TV, or even messing around on the computer.

The most important part for me, as a lady with ladies, is a soft bra. There is no greater feeling then coming home after work and peeling off the old underwire. But I don't necessarily feel comfortable going bra-free, so I got this amazing bra that is soft, comfortable, and sufficiently supportive for around the house. With it, I have a pair of modal lounge pants, tank, and a long-sleeved shirt from Banana Republic (sadly, they don't make them anymore). I actually keep a set in the apartment in Belleville too, so I am never without.

Investing in soft clothes that make you feel safe and happy is a worthy act of self-care that signals to your body and your brain that the workday is done. Particularly in the winter months, there is no better feeling than walking home in the chill knowing that you have soft clothes (and everything else they entail), waiting for you.