Shut the door babe, don't say a word

Every morning when I wake up I have to have something that motivates me to get out of bed. Some days it’s as lame as ‘I have mobility in my legs’ (generally in the late healing stages of an ankle twist), some days I can lie there for half an hour trying to generate some level of excitement over ‘I have a major magazine deadline’ or ‘I’m having avo on toast for brekkers’.

So yesterday it was, ‘new skirt’. Seeing as no response was received from my colleagues (although one of my girl flatmates complimented the tights) it was a bit of a bust.
If you’ve recently been shopping it can be a bit of a waiting game too – you cannot have two things to be excited about in one day, because if you don’t have anything at hand to excite you up and dressed on the next day, there’s some self-anger to take care of.
But today is a double day – 'new top', and 'new hair'. Lau and I got up 10 minutes earlier this morning to do French plait pigtails in my hair. And lo and behold, I have had comments from: company receptionist; colleague in elevator; two colleagues in office area.

While it is rather sad to think that one should be motivated by receiving compliments, a little noticing goes down rather well with me.

Now when I can’t think of anything tomorrow morning I’m going to be annoyed though…