Welcome back once again, ladies and gentlemen. How do you do. Happy to be here. And in the midst of all this universally agreed chaos that is Monday, the only thing that probably mitigates the reality of this unfortunately heavily stigmatised day, is the fact that it's summer (!!!) and the probability of me bumming around all day without guilt has gone off the charts. Ashamed? Never.

And as the days pass by while I spend my days binge-watching every. single. tv show that I've missed during school, naturally, my definite option was to lounge around in my pyjamas with four-day old hair. That's not to say that on the off-chance when I'm required to socialise, I'll have to pull my crap together. And lo and behold, (I guess), I'm presentable.

But today's a little special, because I decided to swim my way through my mess of a closet and dig out these patterned bottoms. Talk about a print with a subtle touch; just my cup of tea. I haven't touched them in practically two years. But hey, just like those embarrassingly unforgettable summer flings of the past where "It was during the summer!" is a legitimate reason, I guess I can always fall back on that too. Right?