I hate dress codes. As a tall girl, 6 ft. to be exact, it’s hard to find clothing that fits properly. Fingertip length? What a terrible way to gauge the appropriateness of someone’s clothing. I vividly remember sitting in the vice principal’s office in high school.
“Sarah, that’s a super cute outfit, but I’m going to have to get you to change.”
I got so mad because my short friends could get away with Soffee shorts, meanwhile I searched for dresses that went down to my knees.
At Hygge, there isn’t a dress code. Well, except for the fact that you need to wear some sort of clothing to cover your body. Hygge isn’t a Kenny Chesney song, but you might hear a lone Kenny Chesney tune on the shared playlist. Guilty as charged.
The past few days I walked around the space wrapped up in a blanket. It’s not because I was cold—although it does feel better inside than it does outside—it’s because it felt cozy.
Fitting, right? Feeling cozy in Hygge, which essentially means being cozy amongst your favorite people?
No one judged me for carrying around a blanket like a two year old and for that, I’m grateful.
What I’m trying to say is, you’re free to come as you are at Hygge. If that means yoga pants and an old Jeff Gordon T-shirt, go for it. Or if you’re like me and want a blanket to be an extension of you, go for it. Heck, bring in a Zebra Snuggie. This is a judgement free zone.
There’s a wide range of apparel here. Some people wear slacks while others wear Norts, and that’s great. Work in what makes you feel comfortable.
Check out what some Hygge residents wore this week:
I tend to lean more toward the dressy side, not because I have to, but because dresses are so easy. You don’t have to think about it. It’s one piece of clothing and when you like to hit the snooze button a few, er a lot, of times, you’ll put on whatever.
To all my fellow tall girls, we don’t enforce the fingertip rule here.
Come check out the space for yourself!