As in wear whatever you want to wear. It’s Sunday. It’s almost “not quite the weekend no more”, it’s almost Smonday, it’s the feeling when Sunday slowly goes into Monday and before this last one goes into you, you be whatever you want to be.
As in wear exactly what you want. Everyday. But today is well, you know, no better day than today. And Sunday feels like this.
Put your hands up in the air like you just don’t care only not quite ’cause it’s not the “Uh, I’m so tipsy right now, feels like putting my hands up on the head and spin around like Kate does below and uh uh some more”, it’s the “Oh jees, this is it” and you not only rest your hands on the head as Charlotte does above, but you also throw your feet in front of you, you move your hips as if the hips don’t belong to you and you keep shaking your head, hair, whatever exactly like Kate here does. Oh, you don’t? Everybody does. On Sunday.
So there’s Charlotte and Kate. Who just don’t know what to do with themselves and so do we. Or don’t we.
But then there’s this one. This could totally be you. Who are you?
Everything is black and white today. See?
Maybe it’s just the weather.
It’s always the weather.