(I know Katie is wishing this was a tribute to my pink sweatpants that my mom told me I wasn't allowed to wear to school anymore because they were so ugly, but sorry, it's not.)
However.
Do you know I wear pants now? I do. I wear them. Most of you probably know that I’ve been wearing skirts and dresses almost exclusively for like 3 years. But, turns out, pants are actually kind of comfortable if they fit you. And (see below) my pants all fit me now, so I wear them.
Do not think my love for tights and/or skirts and/or dresses has diminished. It has not.
But I no longer wear them instead of pants, but as a fun occasional alternative to pants. It’s been a life changing few months for me, for realsies. Hiding beneath my skirts did NOT help me to lose weight. Forcing zippers North however, has.
Speaking of "P" words, I brought up the idea of pink Christmas decorations to Chris the other day, and I was surprised at his reaction. I knew he wouldn’t be all, “Yesss, that would be fabulouss!” and such, but he was more averse to the idea than I expected. I told him he should swallow his male bravado and not worry about proving his manhood to the world, and that I am in charge of decorating, and not him, but none of that budged him. Weird.
So I came up with a compromise. Someday (because I didn’t mean this year, anyway, we’re already bedecked in blue and silver) I will have the 2 Christmas things I want—a fake white tree made of tinsel and pink decorations on it—in a room all of my own. Like, we’ll have a guest room that doubles as my office and craft room, or I’ll have an office and craft room of my own, and in that room I will have pink decorations on a white Christmas tree and he can’t stop me. And his distaste for them won’t be a bother to my everyday life, because he won’t be in that room. See? Win. Win. I should be a marriage counselor. Let me know if you need my services.
Speaking of decorating, I have been doing so many projects lately! And I will take pictures of all of them and show them to you, because I love it! I was realizing the other day that I’m much happier in our new house than I was in our old house (I wasn’t sad in our old house, but when I got even happier I realized that I was less happy . . . you know) and I think it’s because I’ve taken more care and time to decorate. And I love it! Women really are meant to create things and make things beautiful, like President Uchtdorf talked about and I’ve thought about that talk many times in the past few months as I’ve tried to make my home pretty and comfortable to live in.
So--pants, pink Christmas, and projects. And President Uchtdorf. And pictures that I will take. See, it all goes together.
3 comments:
That's why we are called homemakers. I believe it too. If your home is clean and beautiful, even if it's just simple, you will be much happier.
I have a better solution.
Make Chris a shirt with a picture of the tree with pink ornaments on it. Then, you can look at it whenever you want, and Chris doesn't have to.
Also, click on my name!
Char is right. So is Shellay.
So are you.
My Christmas Compromise is a green tree, white ornaments, red bows. I feel like a really awesome grandma, old-fashioned taste with the new style. And fake birds Brian's grandma made. I have this weird desire to wrap it like a croquembouche.
I hope you get your tree someday.
President Uchdorf is also very right. And I, too, am much happier in my decorated house than my old, not-as-decorated house.
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