Here I am in my living room pretending I’m going out out.
The lighting is doing that flattering thing it only does when I’m not actually going anywhere important, and I’ve committed fully to the illusion. Outfit styled, pose considered, imaginary plans booked somewhere trendy and vaguely exclusive.
In this version of reality, I am absolutely the kind of person who says “let’s do cocktails and see where the night takes us” without checking bus times. I can’t drive. Did I ever mention that?
Meanwhile, in actual reality, I’m eyeing up the weather through the window and trying to negotiate with myself about effort levels.
There is a very real chance I will be popping to Tesco in track pants and a rain mac, hair doing its own thing, walking with the determined energy of someone who has just realised I need cat food. Oh and bread.
It’s a strange dual existence really glamorous digital alter ego living her best “out out” life, while the physical version is mentally calculating whether the shop counts as cardio. For me it does. 15 minutes walk.
Still, both versions of me agree on one thing: snacks are non-negotiable. So I may get some Saturday night at the movies snacks.
Aka Netflix and chill.
CREDITS
DRUSYLLY outfit from Axe at the Designer Showcase
Reema EVOX head from CATWA
Zoe hair from DOUX
Carmen skin from the Skinnery in toffee
Ora body skin from the Skinnery in toffee
Isabelle Cheren 