{Koral leggings // Ugg boots // Colosseum top c/o}

Whenever people learn I work from home, they always tell me how lucky I am. And it’s true: My kitchen table is usually my desk, unless I decide to make our deck my office for the day. My dogs are my co-workers and my husband is, technically, my unpaid intern who shoots the photos for this blog and makes me coffee. And most days, I would agree that I am the luckiest. But, because I am my own boss, I also have to hold myself accountable – not only to get work done, but also to take a shower, get dressed and generally look like a presentable human. Like a lot of writers, I have some hermit-like tendencies that my job allows me to indulge in sometimes too much. If I’m being completely honest, many days my work uniform consists of whatever I wore to bed the night before, or whatever I worked out in that morning (or put on in hopes of working out before getting distracted by a flash sale online, a never-ending To Do list and a pile of emails).

I don’t go to a traditional office. My “office look” is a heavy rotation of sweatpants and Tony’s T-shirts. If I’m going to spend my days writing this blog and screenplays, I want to be comfortable while I’m doing it. The athleisure trend may just be the greatest thing to ever happen to me. Leggings-as-pants may ultimately end up being the “mom jeans” of our generation, but I don’t care – I love a pair of spandex that triples as workout-wear, work-wear and can even look cute with a pair of heels if I don’t want to change my pants before meeting friends for drinks. (Which is why I own several pairs of these pants, currently 25% off with the code INTHEFAM.)

My deeply rooted fear of failure, Type A personality and competitive nature are usually enough to keep me working my butt off; that aspect of holding myself accountable while working for myself, from home, has luckily never been much of a problem for me. And I get much more done at home than I do at coffee shops, where I spend the day people-watching. But, having three dogs and a husband who love me unconditionally has allowed me to table putting on clothes and make-up on the days I’m particularly busy but won’t be interacting with other people face-to-face. It’s more efficient for me to wake up, go upstairs and go to work without pesky things like shampoo or a commute wasting my time. But my vanity makes me make myself up like a Stepford Wife anytime a camera is around… So, here is a sample of my usual “work uniform,” plus hair and make-up. I’ll let you use your imagination to picture what my face and hair looks like in this outfit when I’m working, not vogue’ing.