There are only two Aardvark Day traditions: taking a picture, and feeling grossly inconvenienced.
This year, I puttered around the house in sloppy pajamas half the day, eventually putting on this jersey robe (last seen Aardvark Day 2013) for glamour’s sake. My extremely minimal makeup, however, is not a mark of sloth but a deliberate attempt to accept and enjoy my own natural face. Some days it goes better than others. Our culture expects women to do so many extra, unnecessary, things without compensation… don’t get me started. Despite my efforts, I remain wildly uncomfortable with myself, inside and out.
Mr. Jaunty took these pictures in our apartment.
My hair is a whole lot longer than Aardvark Day 2015 (I loved that look! So liberating!), but has reached the dreaded 90’s Teen Heartthrob Stage. A male teen heartthrob, mind you. My hair isn’t even long enough to stay pulled back or tuck behind my ears yet. Buzz and pixie cuts are wonderful, but growing them out…. that’s humbling.
If you’re using the Internet to procrastinate something unpleasant, feel free to mosey through the Aardvark Day tag to see photos from 2000-2015. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, and that’s just about my clothes.
Happy belated Aardvark Day, foot fanciers.