Today we have the long-awaited (at least since Wednesday) expose on how Jeffe changes outfits multiple times a day.
(I can't believe you guys are interested in this. Or that I'm posting pictures to the internet of me looking scuzzy. But look, here I am.)
In the interests of science, and glasnost, I'm showing you my actual "look" for the various times of day. Hang on, phone is ringing....
Vogue, again. When will they take no for an answer???
Okay, so, KAK asked about PJs. Here's me at 6 in the morning. Please cut me generous slack. This is the black wintertime robe. There are no actual PJs. We live in a natural world and, hey, I'm a natural girl.
I change into my exercise clothes. There's a red jog bra under the pink sweat shirt. I would have shown you, but I figured you all don't need to see my astonishing toned abs. The picture might make you spit up your coffee or something and that's no way to end the week.
This pic is post-workout. The sky is barely lighter at this point. Looking very much forward to the end of Daylight Savings Time on Sunday!
Then we get to the best part: the writing clothes. This is what I'm wearing as I type. So, see, when I first started writing, back in the day, I really didn't have a dedicated writing desk and I wasn't good at sitting down to write on a regular schedule. I created rituals to ease myself into the process. I wore my favorite shleppy dress, this blue jersey knit that I loved. I loved it for years. Um, until it literally fell to pieces. Finally I wondered aloud if I should throw it away.
"Yes," said David.
"But - " I whimpered.
"It has holes in it." He replied.
"But it's been my writing dress for years!" I cried.
"The writing comes from you, not a dress." He told me.
I had to concede the point. The dress went to the great beyond, a farm maybe, where it's playing with other happy outfits and Velveteen rabbits. So now I wear the fab sweatshirt my stepsister Hope picked out for me. If you can't read it, it says:
Careful, or you'll end up in my novel.
Note that this outfit includes comfy slippers for feet and a headband to keep the hair out of my eyes as I furiously type. It helps me to stay in kind of a dreamy, sleepy mode to write, to maximize that subconscious flow.
Once I get my words in, it's off to the shower for me. I do hair and makeup, put on some workier-type clothes. If I think no one is likely to see me all day, I usually wear something like this. It was tempting to put on one of my snazzier outfits for this photoshoot, but that would violate the honest spirit of this expose.
If I have meetings or will see people, I dress up more. If you've seen me at conferences, that's the general spirit.
So - more than you ever wanted to know about me?
Yeah. That's what I figured.
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