It’s a huge privilege to do what you do from the comfort of your home, I feel this acutely on the odd occasion I find myself on the tube at 8.15am.
I don’t have a fixed work from home routine as such. I understand that many freelancers need strict rules and boundaries, which makes complete sense, but the reason I engineered a work life away from an office was a lifelong aversion to timetables and unpredictable bursts of productivity with no respect for the clock.
There are certainly some things that have become regular parts of my working from home life. Whatever I wear has to be super comfortable but respectable enough for a wander to the shops and the possibility of bumping into someone you know. Drawstring waist linen trousers, a well cut pair of sweatpants, a soft breton, faded vintage tees, those amazing old Hanes or Healthknit waffleknit long sleeves. Definitely no denim or knitwear indoors; I like the heating on high. Socks are a personal obsession, indoors socks tend to be loud, cheerful and for some reason, knee-length, while outdoors are 25 pairs of the same perfect mercerised cotton rib socks (navy,) discovered a couple of years ago.
Working from home is an excuse to buy decent stationery (Postalco) and surround yourself with books and magazines, vital research material and definitely not the result of hoarding tendencies. Other than that, I have a cupboard full of heavyweight banko ware cups that make coffee feel fancy, a supply of Tate’s Whole Wheat dark chocolate cookies and I always, always stop for a proper lunch.