Welcome to the Boulangerie at Casa Beagle. Dogs welcome.
Let me set something straight, I love pants. I love skorts even more, but that is fodder for a series of fashion related posts. This post isn't really about clothing, but about creating a weekend that is filled with nothing more than being yourself. It is about giving yourself permission to let the week slip away behind you. No errands, no dinner commitments, no plans are made on these weekends. I look forward to my no-pant weekend (yoga pant weekend just doesn't sound that exciting, nor drives blog traffic) which usually starts with the mad drive to the ferry and taking the happy dogs for a walk on the beach before the boat ride up to Orcas.
The weekend stretches ahead with all sorts of possibilities - long dog walks, trying new recipes, beating back the garden, long conversations after dinner, napping with assorted hounds in sunbeams and catching up on reading. There is no need to impress anyone, here we are all ourselves. A nice dinner in town can even be pulled off if your yoga pants are clean and neat (note to self: buy smart yoga pants). No one really cares what you look like and sometimes this is the best part. Reality bites soon enough as you merge into the line of traffic heading towards the freeway. You'll soon put your big girl pants again to face real life at home with a head full of memories, a few tired dogs and new hope to help you make it through the week ahead.
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