Slippers, a pair of black tracksuit bottoms, a black top, bearing the picture of a coca leaf, and the words 'coca is not a drug', that my uncle brought me back as a gift from his holiday to peru (in whatever language that is native to peru)
Over that, my black, heavy, warm cotton robe, and my leather trenchcoat over the top to keep me warm through the bugger of a cold snap we have been having. (I hope that doesn't continue too long, my hip and knee both, the pain and stiffness is always severely aggravated when it gets cold; although I just had my second round of steroid shots in each, which while they last,are absolutely wonderful at easing the stiffness)
Other than that, the only things I'm wearing, is my facial metalwork, a ring in my lip, and a tapered, stepped pointy metal spine as a labret piercing. Of course, I'll always be wearing those, taking them out feels in a way, as though I've lost a bodypart. I'll have to remove them soon, temporarily, because I'm going in for an MRI scan on my knee, with the piercings being steel, they would literally get torn from my face if they were to be exposed to the intense magnetic field of an MRI machine.
I really don't want to take them out, even for 5-10 minutes. I find I constantly stim with them, turning my ring round in my lip with my teeth, and pulling at the base-plate that anchors my spike. Didn't realize, until the first time my ring came out...and found myself unable to be my usual stimmy, spazzy self
