I bought a pair of real blue jeans today. Yes, they came from Walmart, but they are definitely jeans. I've missed them. I gave up wearing pants before I got married (I had really given them up when I became frum but I secretly wore jeans to work on Fridays occasionally...shh...).
For the past year, skirts have been driving me up the wall. Ever since Hippo got old enough to clutch at them I find myself stopped short whenever I'm scurrying about trying to make supper or do another chore. It stresses me out and makes me short with the kids.
Enter Walmart. They called to me from their jumbled rack and I took them home. All afternoon I flitted around the house. One minute I was climbing the basement stairs without stepping on a skirt, the next I was squatting down easily to help Hippo put on his shoes without revealing my undergarments. Bliss.
What about tea-length skirts, you ask? Feh. Ugly. I'm a domestic goddess in denim and I'll enjoy every minute of it. Just call before you come over. :)
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