One difference of being self-employed and working from home to having a so-called "real job" is that you never really leave work. I get up in the morning, put the kettle on and while I'm waiting for it to boil I tend to go over...or rather stumble over...bleary-eyed...to my work room...sew something...fiddle with a design...finish off a D'Bloom. It happens every morning without fail and usually before the sun has even poked its head up. Whilst I have time that I devote to my work each day, like any other job....with essential tea and biscuit breaks inbetween, of course... it is quite easy to get distracted with other household minutia. Well, when I say distracted...it is not to say that I suddenly have the overwhelming urge to do the washing or washing up...but there is definitely a moment of guilt as you walk by it en route. Happy to say, however, the moment soon passes and I am once again back at 'work.'
Do I wish I had a job that was away from home? Sometimes. There is a definitely the social aspect that I miss...but when I can do my work in my slippers...on a bad hair day....with no makeup on...and at the same time make breakfast...I love my job. Hmmm, that didn't paint the prettiest of pictures did it?....I do of course do all of my work for Denim Blue dressed in a sharp suit, a killer pair of heels, hair in a chignon and eyes ever so slightly smoked. Believe that? No, neither do I.