It's 5:30am and I'm getting dressed for another weekend trip to London. I look through my wardrobe, by which I mean I scan the several piles of folded clothes sitting on the bedroom floor because even though it's eight months since I moved into this place, I still haven't organised a space to hang my clothes, and I'm beginning not to care.
I wear the same thing, or the same small combination of things, almost every day. The black Nike leggings I bought in 2011 when I first started practising yoga are only just beginning to give out at the knees. They're easy and comfortable and...safe.
That's what I think as I mentally turn the pages on what I might wear today. I'm all for comfort over fashion, but is this comfort I'm going for or safety in disguise?