Hmm. I began to wonder if wearing dresses produced a similar magic to that of apron wearing, which never fails to make me want to bake bread and clean house. Not a bad thing.
I’ve always loved the femininity of dresses and skirts, and even once did a “dresses only” experiment on myself for about a year’s time, at the end of which I decided it was being taken wrong by certain family members. Long story. Anyway, my husband always preferred me in jeans, etc, but he’s even come around to saying that he appreciates a certain femininity in a woman that is lacking when they’re never seen in a dress or skirt.
Well, the cute part of this story began with my daughter’s hug and has not ended yet. That same day as I went to prepare supper, I started finding little pink “I love you” notes in out-of-the-way, yet strategically appointed spots.
- In the microwave next to the thawed hamburger for the night’s meal.
- In the silverware drawer, next to the forks, a pink square stating: “Super Mom!”
- At the top of the black pepper grinder, beneath the clear plastic lid: “I (heart) you”…
- In the bathroom shower, folded compactly, beneath the lid on the conditioner bottle. *Smile*
Yes, my oldest daughter was supposedly making Valentines for her friends with her little sisters in the kitchen, but must have been wanting to love me instead!
I think I need to wear dresses at home more often!
Have you ever thought of the impact our choice of clothing has on not only us, but those around us?
Drum roll…your thoughts, please!