I know I promised pictures of me not in front of my fireplace (Sunday, I have some outdoor outfit pictures to post) , but I wanted to show what I look like on a day when I am kicking back at home. And I actually have clothes on and not pajamas.
Wrinkled. Shoeless. Beltless. Happy. Cooking.
I knew the moment I took my apron off, I was going to get flack from my husband. You think he would not give the woman making him his favorite meal grief, but you would think wrong. ; )
You see, he hates long denim skirts. Hates them. And, well, I… I love them!
So, never the two shall meet.
But I wanted to share my Forever 21 Peasant Top that I adore. And I thought it fit perfectly with my Citizens of Humanity Aja Skirt I purchased from a seller on eBay last year. I had it tailored for my body, so I know it fits the way it is supposed to… Big!
Here is the commentary coming from my photographer as I tried to smile for the camera:
“That skirt is ginormous!”
I was not phased.
“That skirt is Duggarific!”
An explanation of this word my husband gleefully made up, derives from one of my favorite shows on t.v., “Nineteen Kids And Counting” (their last name is Duggar. I love the Little House On The Prairie vibe to it even though their lifestyle and choices are very far from mine). My husband is sometimes
trapped in the room when I watch the show. The women all wear long skirts. A lot of the time they are denim, because they do not wear pants. Or short skirts.
This brings this question to my mind, “If a long denim skirt is the opposite of sexy, how the heck did they have nineteen kids?”
“Be careful, you might expose your ankles!”
To which I did this.
And then this.
Yep. It was a typical day in the Gnome Lover household. And this model is going to go add a little something extra to that meat on the stove.
Just kidding. That little somethin’ would just be love. My husband and I have a good time. Just don’t tell him that.
Do you have an item in your closet your partner does not like? Do you wear it anyway? Do you wear shoes at home?
* Please excuse my wild hair! It was a day at home. And, yes, I see that hair brush on my fireplace. It is my daughter’s. It never occurred to me to use it. ; ). It’s hard to think when you’re bein’ heckled.