The weekend kicked off with dancing in the showcase Friday night and finished today with a visit at Mom’s and then a surprise birthday party in a nearby town. Whew! It was fun from start to finish.
I left the house this morning after Kim, my realtor, arrived to host the open house. In the hours before she arrived, I had showered and chosen to dress for the afternoon event to avoid changing again in a couple hours. That decision had me wiping down the shower, cleaning the toilet, and wiping counters and the sink in high-waisted flowy pants, a short sleeve top, and thick-soled flip flops required because the pants are a smidge too long. I wanted to wear something besides jeans, but none of my dresses or skirts felt right.
When I passed a mirror, I was immediately displeased with my wardrobe choice which had taken longer than it should have to select. A new-ish problem has arisen with dressing for events outside the home or office. The majority of my social events for the past several years have been work-related and there is a dress code for events stated in our team member handbook. Some events had a theme or suggested attire. Easy. I can follow rules.
It used to be simple dressing myself for almost any event or situation, but in recent years, I hardly know who I am anymore. Most of my clothes just don’t feel right and I'm totally out of practice dressing for much beyond staying at home. To add to today’s discontent, I hadn’t taken the time to blow-dry or style my hair, and when I started getting warm from tidying and trotting up and down the stairs my air-dried hair began getting bushy like a tumbleweed. It was put up in a clip.
When Kim arrived, I was at the final preparation step. Kiki’s scratching post that she never uses, hidey-bed, and crate were set in the laundry basket and brought to the moving box. We handled a few details like the spare key for the lockbox. I filled my travel bottle with water and ice, scarfed down a chewy granola bar, and with a couple minutes before I had to leave, dashed upstairs to change outfits. I ended up in the jeans I hadn’t wanted to wear and a floral oversized shirt. I felt messy and too casual, but the first visitor had arrived at the first minute of the open house time and I needed to exit the premises. Two streets away, I realized the water bottle was still on the counter and stopped at Market Basket for some bottled water before continuing on my way to Mom's.
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| Party plate. |
After shaking off the initial, minor, self-induced stress, the rest of
the day was a breeze. Mom and I had a nice visit, and the party was just 15 minutes from her house. The party had an impressive array of colorful and
tasty pot luck dishes. Two belly dance sisters and I had a chance to chat and
we were all entertained by the guest of honor’s little granddaughter who
coerced us into coloring and taking photos at the selfie station.
At the end of the day, I returned to my magazine-worthy tidy home. It was magical. I need to figure out how to actually live like this.
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