Maybe that's because I'm so distracted by my new shoes. So excited (and, I mentioned distracted, yes?), that in fact, I've taken to clomping around the house in them (and, for an extra element of class, my jammies) all evening. Tomorrow's outfit? Hells yeah, it's totally revolving around said shoes, which I think are a kind of mix of funky girl and flamenco dancer.
However, in a prime example of self-restraint (or perhaps, more accurately, sheer self preservation) I have thus far neither danced nor pranced around the condo while wearing these puppies.