I head out the door wearing yoga pants, a red long-sleeved tee and a yoga-type hooded coat thing.
I’ve only ever attempted yoga 3-ish times in my life and had to give up because I nearly blacked out every time I changed elevation.
I wear the coat because I love it. It’s black and sleek. It has a funky little zipper pocket on the left sleeve. And a hood. And the zipper unzips from the bottom AND the top – you know, just in case.
I’m also feeling a little odd about wearing my yoga pants out in public but figure it’s all good because my coat is long enough to cover my bum.
I’m feeling a little more ninja-like than usual. It must be all the black sleekness.
To complete the ensemble, I throw on a pair of silver-foil Dr. Martens boots.
You’d think that the silver boots would throw off the ninja effect, but you’d be wrong. See, in my all-black outfit, I could hide in the shadows. Someone would walk by, notice something shiny and wander over to investigate ….
By then it would be too late. For them.
I wonder if ninjas do yoga?
I wonder if ninjas’ socks ever come part way off inside their shiny boots while they’re walking?
I doubt they wear their ninja gear grocery shopping. Not enough shadows.
I’ll bet they still wear their shiny boots though.