Blog RSS FeedEveryday-type dialogues around my house.
My house gets cold in the winter. Like, “the kitchen floor makes your toes hurt” cold. So we compensate by wearing fuzzy socks, warm robes, etc. The only problem is that I hate rolling my robe sleeves up to do things around the house, like washing dishes.
So a few weeks before Christmas, I told the husb that if he saw a cute short-sleeved robe, he could get it for me for Christmas.
A couple of weeks later, he says, “I’ve looked everywhere for a short-sleeved robe. They don’t exist.”
(Technically, they do exist, but you have to be content looking like Betty Draper’s dumpy cousin to wear them.)
So I went to the store and found a robe on sale and brought it home with the intent of hacking the sleeves off.
I said to the husb, “Never mind about the short-sleeved robe. I’m going to make my own.” Didn’t have a chance to do it before Christmas, though.
Christmas morning, I open a box from the husb that contains… wait for it… a half-sleeve sweater robe. The only thing is, it’s so cute that I don’t want to wear it as a robe. It’s really just a cute, long sweater with a waist tie.
This morning, I spend five minutes hacking the sleeves off my other robe (and finishing the cut edges so they won’t fray). I come upstairs wearing it. The following conversation takes place:
HUSB: (blinks, looks at robe)
ME: It’s my short-sleeved robe. I just made it myself.
HUSB: But… I got you one for Christmas.
ME: I know. But I had already told you not to.
HUSB: (stares thoughtfully)
ME: Anyway, the one you got me for Christmas is too nice. I don’t want to wear it when I wash dishes. I want to wear it as a sweater.
HUSB goes on with his day, highly pleased with his excellent sweater-choosing abilities.
I go to the kitchen and wash some dishes.
And then there’s Winston. We were outside last night and he stepped on a leaf that must have had some sap on it or something, causing it to stick to his back foot.
He walks along, happily oblivious, for a few steps. Then he realizes something is wrong. There is a LEAF! A terrifying LEAF! Attacking him! He tries desperately to get to his foot, contorting and just about falling over in the middle of the street.
WINSTON: What is it?!? GETITOFFMEGETITOFFMEGETITOFFME!
I reach down and pluck the leaf, tossing it away.
WINSTON: Wait, I wanted to EAT that.
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January 8th, 2010 Katie Alender
Yep! That sounds like conversations around our house.
Even though our house is pretty warm, I still hack the sleeves off of huge “tall man” sweat shirts, cut it up the front, and call it a day. No hemming required.
I am thinking about doing some shortened ones (like cut off the bottom) for bed jackets and sewing on cute trim and rufflles. I love to read in bed but most my nighties are pretty bare on top.
You can buy bed jackets but they cost more than I pay for my clothes. What’s up with that??
My house gets cold as well, especially now that I’m doing some serious renovations (half been doing them sporadically for about a year and a half). The heater, during these frigid months, becomes my succor.
I recommend that you, like me, get an adorable pair of pink, fuzzy slippers to prevent your feet from getting cold during this time of year. Mine have my initials embroidered on them;0)
And finally, I’ve noted that my buddy Winston’s English is coming along swimmingly. What grade is he in right now? Is he still taking English as a second language courses at UCLA? He sure is a smart little guy. I recommend – if time permitting on your part – a new video featuring my partner-in-crime. It’s so nice to just watch him be Winston!
I live in Arizona. It is 70 degrees outside.
Cute idea, Adrienne! I’m just reading a book that is making me want to go buy nicer pajamas. I think I’m going to hit the mall tomorrow.
Tom, Winston says, “Verily, I bequeath you, Mother, do convey to my friend Thomas how heartily I appreciate his compliments to my recent acquisition of language skills.” Except it sounds more like, ARF ARF ARF ARF ARF. And yes, my space heater is my best friend. The lower part of our house is built into a hillside and therefore is always 15 degrees colder than upstairs. And that’s exactly where I am all day every day when I work from home.
Tracy, it’s hot here, too! It’s driving me crazy… but I remember last year around this time, it was in the 90s, so even the 70s is an improvement!
Hooray for DIY clothing! Good job taking the initiative.
Your husband and cat both sound entertaining. I bet they’re fun to live with…but don’t tell them I said that.
They’ve gotta stay fresh!
My house gets really cold like that to. I live in Michigan, so in the winter we have to wear really thick socks. The only floor that isn’t ever cold in the house is the bathroom because the floor is heated. I wish every floor in our house was heated. That would be nice.