…a plaid long-sleeved flannel nightgown, teal background with white and red stripes, and three little red bows on the front.
…a decades-old purple pair of sweatpants with holes in places modesty forbids me to mention. (But not to wear, go figure.)
…a turquoise blue zip-up sweatshirt.
This is what I’m wearing as I’m on the phone with a journalism grad student, trying to compose some insightful thoughts for possible inclusion in an article about one of my favorite fandoms.
If clothes make the woman, I could be in trouble.
Then again, it *was* a phone call. Actually getting dressed up for it might just have been the more pathetic way to go!