Wearing skirts for 30 days isn't that bad. Except that I only have 6 skirts. So I had to really keep up on laundry to keep it up.
Larch noticed. His only reaction was to tell me I was turning into my mother. Not a bad thing I guess. Also, I told him that most of the skirts I wore, were not in a style that my mom would wear.
I didn't make it the full thirty days. I only went 25 days. Because I didn't keep up on the laundry.
When I went back to jeans, no one seemed to care. Although S, my brother in law B's girfriend, did all the sudden realize I had been wearing only skirts for "awhile."
The most noteworthy things I learned are:
1. You always feel feminine and pretty when wearing a skirt. Even if it's with a sweatshirt and you have no make up and might have forgotten to brush your hair.
2. Skirt, longer ones anyaways, make it much easier to hide that extra weight you don't want anyone to notice.
Sunday, May 5, 2013
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.
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.
Friday, May 3, 2013
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
Thursday, March 21, 2013
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.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
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.