Comfy vs. Sexy

Are you familiar with the TV shows “How do I look?” or “What not to wear”? Well, I just love them, but I do in the sense pre-teens love horror movies: I find them enjoyable and terrible scary at the same time. My worst fear: I am one of those women with no fashion sense whatsoever. 

Ok, I am one of those women, I might not be one of them in theory, but I am certainly one in practice.

In theory, I like designers, shoes, and bags. I have a more or less refined, classic taste. In practice, I am a total mess. I do not wear my nice, classy (and not always but sometimes expensive) clothes because they are not comfy enough, or because it is too cold, or because they don´t match my new supercomfy cargos.

In my heart, comfy beats sexy any day of the week, pretty much for every purpose. And I think I am right. See this, out of many (probably way too many) real-life examples:

Husband – Those PJ´s are not sexy.

Me – No. They are not. They are comfy. And warm [big smile].

– But you do have sexier sleepwear.

– Yes. I do.

– So... Why don´t you wear it?

– Because sexy is not comfy. Nor it is warm.

– Still.

– All right. Let´s do this: I wear the sexy sleepwear if you get up when baby cries/phone rings/dog needs to pee/ (fill with your own misery here), so I don´t feel cold.

– [Silence].

– [Silence].

So, I have decided to tell the world I am done with my struggles between theory and practice. I am embracing comfy all the way. You are welcome to join me!