On Sunday, I wore three different outfits. First, practical-but-quite-stylish gym kit for a yoga class with friends, then a sundress for our al fresco brunch, and finally, white jeans, a cashmere jumper and lipstick to share a sunset cocktail with my parents and sister.
All, it should go without saying, without coming into physical contact with another soul, or even setting foot outside my front door.
Weeks spent at home - working, socialising and relaxing within the same four walls - could mean a break from thinking about what to wear.
As I live alone, you’d think I could spend my time in isolation wearing the same old pair of jogging bottoms without anyone being the wiser.
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