Nobody knows what a clotheshorse is…but I married one.
November 28, 2012 by almostakiss
The little things in life make me happy. Today I was able to zip my winter coat for the first time this season. I know what you’re thinking. That I’ve grown to fat to fit into it. Not a bad guess but you’d be wrong. It has more to do with the zipper being funky (yes, I seem to have a recurring issue with zippers in my clothing) and it won’t stay up. The “winter white” coat has one long zipper from hip length up to the neck. I figured out that wearing the hood helps some to keep it from pulling on the sides of the zipper. However it zips to the top but doesn’t really “catch” so it unzips to my collarbone. It’s hard to keep warm when your neck is exposed. Plus handling 3 dog leashes in gloves is not the easiest task in the world. Every day I try multiple times in my half hour walk to get the zipper to stay up. Well, today it did! Fairly early on so I was toasty the whole way. It’s funny how something so simple can just brighten your day tremendously. 😉
I decided to make this post about clothing. All my life I’ve had “good clothes” and “everyday clothes”. I save the good clothes for going out in public. I wear the others around the house. I thought everyone did this until I met my husband. He doesn’t seem to differentiate between the two. I’ve tried to teach him but it doesn’t sink in. He is a clotheshorse. I’m shocked that nobody knows what a “clotheshorse” is anymore! Next you’ll tell me no one knows what a saw horse is. He likes buying clothes and can never seem to get enough. Luckily he’s cheap like me and only buys on sale or if he gets a really good deal. He likes to dress nice and always looks fine to me. He’s probably better at matching clothes than I am and seems to know what goes together without having to give it much thought. I don’t care how many clothes he has until we start running out of room for them. The last time he bought a couple NEW polo shirts at Goodwill for $3-5 each, I made him promise that he’d sit down and go through his closet and drawers and help me pick out a bunch of things to donate. He said he would. I’m going to hold him to it this weekend. I could go through it myself but I feel like he should get a say. I think he’d really like it if I just did it for him and didn’t bother him with it but why should I have all the work fun. Oy vey.
So hubby has all these nice clothes (not talking about suits, dress shirts and ties but he has plenty of those too) and wears them indiscriminately. He gets up on his off days, puts on clean clothes and then goes out to cut the grass or fix the pond filter. He gets either sweaty or filthy. As soon as he comes in, he changes clothes and puts on a different clean outfit. Then about an hour later, one of the dogs will get muddy and he’ll give them a bath in the kitchen sink. He’ll get completely muddy so will go change into another clean shirt. I’m drowning in laundry, people! I will wear my stained clean shirt, get it dirty and keep wearing it until I need to go out to the store or somewhere. Not for days necessarily but at least a day. I can’t change hubby but I’ve learned to live with this quirk of his. As long as they make laundry detergent and I’ve got a washer and dryer to use, I can’t complain about such trivial things. Although it probably sounds like I just did. I’m really just sharing parts of my life, not necessarily finding fault.
Since we live a life with dogs, food and few visitors, I don’t wear my best or newest clothes around the house. Especially because minutes after I put on a clean shirt, Elvis is grabbing it with his teeth, the paws are getting me muddy or I get food on it while cooking or eating. I figure I’m fighting an uphill battle. When we go out for lunch, are on vacation, even go to the store, I usually change into my good clothes. There’s been a time or two I’ve worn a stained shirt and sweatpants with a hole in them for a quick trip to Jewel for 1 item. The funny thing is when I do that, I notice most of the other patrons look worse than I do! It’s definitely a sign of the times.
It’s hard to believe that back in the 1950’s and 1960’s, men wore suits and hats everywhere and women wore dresses. It boggles the mind. Nowadays, comfort trumps style, every time. I know I don’t really “dress up” anymore. I haven’t worn a dress or skirt for many years. It’s not that I don’t like them, I’ve always hated the pantyhose. Does anyone even wear those anymore? I have never had a comfortable pair of high heels so I quit wearing those also. I have wide feet with a high arch and high instep. Wearing high heels feels like squeezing my feet into a vice and then standing on my tip toes. Part of not liking to dress up is being fat. I feel like even in the prettiest dress or skirt, I’m still fat. It can never look good on me. If I was thin, I’m sure I’d wear all the pretty clothes in the fashion magazines. Of course, I don’t want to be thin enough to give up the foods I love. So I dress nice occasionally but nothing overly dressy. I think in general, people dress horribly. I see so many who look like they’ve foregone hygiene. Like they just rolled out of bed, threw whatever dirty clothes were on the floor (or in the hamper) on, didn’t bother to comb their hair and ran out for coffee. I just wonder how things will devolve in the future. Over the decades, society has become more lax until I don’t see anywhere to go unless people start reversing the trend and start dressing up again. That’s a polite way of saying we’re all pigs. 😉 Instead of Casual Friday, we’ll have to start having Dress Up Monday. 🙂