Grey Sweatsuits

These are not the most attractive days for me, haha! I’m more than ok with it, but I am definitely in “comfort” mode. In the mornings, I throw on sweats, a long sleeved shirt, and slippers. Today, I rocked some grey sweats, and a grey long sleeved shirt. I looked at the classy ensemble that I had put together, shrugged it off, and kept moving. It did the trick.

When Brady got home, he headed downstairs to change out of his work clothes and into comfy clothes, and he came up in grey sweats and a grey hoodie. I had a lovely moment where I pictured us old and, you guessed it, grey, and I loved it πŸ™‚ I went to him and gave him a hug, and told him how old and fuddy-duddy we already are. He accepted, and we laughed at our boring clothes. At least we were comfy, and equally monochromatic.

Thanks, hubs, for seeing how classy I looked, and matching me. Can’t have one of us outdoing the other πŸ˜‰