The Great Skirt Experiment: Day 3

We spent the weekend at my sister-in-law, E's house. The first batch of 2013 beer was ready to bottle, and the second is now brewing.

Brewmaster Larch

I let E know what I was doing, since she doesn't see me regularly enough to catch on. I'm not sure if Larch has caught on yet or not. On Friday, I realized I didn't have enough skirts to really pull this off, so I went to Ross and bought myself three new skirt, a dress, and sandals. Since Larch knew this, I think he might just assume I am really excited about my new clothes and want to wear them all right away.

When I wore my new strapless maxi dress today, he asked if I was going hippie on him. But all in all he has liked all of my new outfits.

I am really loving that I feel feminine and pretty, even when I'm just playing board games in the yard, getting a massive sunburn.

The Great Skirt Experiment

I'm starting an experiment today.

Growing up my mom never wore pants, she only wore skirts or dresses. She did, for a period of time, wear a pair of overalls when she gardened. This last Christmas, she bought a pair of jeans because everybody else was wearing jeans for family pictures and so my kids have not experienced Grandmama in only skirts.

While I was deciding what my style is going to be this summer, since I'm no longer ashamed of my weight, I started buying and making boho skirts. I figure they will provide a nice but casual look and will allow me the comfort of shorts without blinding my friends with my pale skin.

Starting today I am NOT going to wear jeans or pants for a month. I am also, not going to tell anyone of my intentions, except, obviously, for you my dear readers. 

Johnny doesn't think I can do it. I want to go camping for Mother's Day and he thinks you have to wear jeans when you go camping. Every memory I have of camping as a child, my mother wore denim skirts, not jeans. 

The experiment part is seeing how long it takes the people in my daily life, my husband, my brothers-in-law, friends I see regularly, etc, to notice that I haven't been wearing pants . Also, when I start wearing jeans again, I want to see thier reaction, if they have one. 

These are the things that come from being a bored stay at home mom with very little social life

Black Friday....On a Thursday....In March

So, in case you missed it, I've gone back to work again. I work at JoAnn Fabric and Crafts.  

We opened two weeks ago, but today was the beginning of our GRAND OPENING sale. It was like Wal-Mart on Black Friday. But in March. And without the fighting and the people trampling. So not like Wal-Mart.

No really, our customers were great. Even the one time my computer messed up and I had to wait for a manager to come explain how to fix it, the customers didn't get angry or upset. I have never in my 5 or 6 years of retail experience, seen lines that long and not had a single angry customer.

There wasn't so much any killer deals (that I'm aware of) as killer coupons. Numerous versions of a 50% off coupon. 20% entire purchase between 5pm and 8pm. AND a free gift card valued at 10, 20, or 210 dollars to the first hundred customers through the door. 

This is all going on through Sunday. If you live in Coeur d'Alene, you should come visit me tomorrow and Saturday. Or go on Sunday, I won't be there, but the saving could be epic.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I did some shopping after work and go this great, pink re-usable shopping bag. Everyone who spent $20 or more got one. You can never have enough bag. Especially with kids.

THIS IS MY DISCLAIMER: EVERYTHING IN THIS BLOG IS MY OWN PERSONAL OPINION AND NOT THE POSITION OR OPINIONS OF JOANN'S STORES INC.

They made me say that. It's in the employee handbook that I have to.  It's also why I can't tell you about the weird people I see and meet in my store. It might be construed as talking smack about our customers and that's a no no. 

How I Almost Died This Weekend

My father-in-law's birthday was earlier this month. Because he works in North Dakota, we celebrated at his house last friday. The evening was great. Very low key, plenty of time for the kids to play with grandpa, good conversation with family. On way home however, it was a completely different story. 

We went to my sister-in-law's house, about halfway between our house and my father-in-law's, to spend the night. Larch and Johnny wanted to go shed hunting the next day. If you don't know what shed hunting is, you are obviously not from a rural area. Just before you turn off the highway to get to my sister-in-lan's, the highway becomes two lanes, one going north, the other south. If you are driving north, there is a dotted yellow line and you can pass the semi-truck ahead of you, if there are no oncoming cars. We were driving south, after dark, when I see headlights coming straight at me. Some idiot, who we assume was drunk, decided to pass the semi in from of him right as we were passing the semi going the other direction. I'm pretty sure there was not physically enough room between my car and the semi for this car to get through. Somehow he did, and there is not a scratch on the 4 runner, or the semi, or the drunk idiot's car. Well, maybe on the idiots car, he could have been no so lucky further down the road. Also, surprise! I did not die from a heart attack either. Also, I did not wet my pants.

The Prom Queen Fixed My Washing Machine

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About six months ago my washer stopped draining during the spin cycle and started making a really nasty sounding noise. Larch wanted to go buy a cheap Craigslist replacement. I was NOT ok with that. We rented to own our top of the line super capacity Whirlpool washer 5 years ago. This machine should be able to give me 20 years. Being perpetually broke, we put off fixing it and used my parents house and the laundromat to keep the kids in clean clothes.  We got our tax return this week and the first thing on my list was to fix the washer.



This is what happens when
the washing machine tries
to eat your socks

I called the big name chain first. They wanted $80 just to come out and look at it. That didn't include parts and labor. No thank you. At a loss for who to call next I went to Google and Yelp. Grave's Appliance here in CDA had nothing be excellent reviews. So I called them. For $125 dollars my washer now washes clothes quietly again. Turns out there was a baby sock stuck in the pump. Don't ask me how it got there, but that was the problem.

That's not the cool part.  The cool part is, because they were busy, the daughter came to fix my machine. That's right, a WOMAN came to fix my washer. And she was pretty. And nice. And went to my small town high school.

Let me tell you about Kootenai Jr./Sr. High. Until 2005 the junior high and high school were in the same building. The average graduating class is around 20 kids. So, when I was in 7th grade, my washer repair lady was a senior in high school. This means, that while we didn't hang out, we probably passed each other in the halls and the cafeteria everyday. And we knew the same people. I was actually pretty familiar acquaintances with some of the people in her class. Being a small town with only 2 churches, if you go the same church you know each other by name and not just face no matter the age difference.

After she finished pulling the sock out of my washer pump and replacing a leaky part (leaky thanks to the sock), I pulled out the year book for my 7th grade year. Not only did we graduate from the same small town high school, she was PROM QUEEN.  Yep, the 199X Prom Queen of Koontenai High School fixed my washing machine.

NOTE: This is not a judgmental "ha ha you were prom queen and all it got you was a job working for your dad fixing household appliances." In a town as small as Harrison, ID it's not the snobby queen bee who only sees the hotties in her immediate circle of friends who gets voted prom queen. It's young women who are genuinely nice to EVERYONE. This is a post about "ha ha this is a small world and that's kind of quirky funny that the prom queen from my small podunk town was the gal who fixed my washer holy cow we are all connected."

SECOND NOTE: If you were a prom queen in a not so small school, I am by no means implying that you were a hot popular snobby b$tch. I am sure you were a very pretty, very nice person who treated everyone extremely well and would have been my friend even though I didn't even fit in with the nerds or the geeks.