Okay, I know I’ve hit a certain threshold of not giving a damn, because when I decided I wanted to start on pressing some flowers tonight for a craft project, and it was a bit chilly out for my nightshirt, I just threw on a fuzzy grey polka-dotted bathrobe and *slippers* and went out into my front yard to harvest flowers. In the dark. A couple neighbors did walk by, and I have no idea what they thought, if they noticed me at all, bending down with my little snips in the parkway, but no one actually said anything, so I count that as a win.
(I never was overly concerned with respectability, but that attitude is taking strange turns in my 40s. Kind of curious to see what I get up to in my 60s. 🙂 )
