When I say cute, I mean it has to have a Hello Kitty, a Peace sign, Hearts and most of all stay in the dark pink, gray and black family, so I can mix and match my evening ensembles.
When we lived in Guam I always wore bug t-shirts, sweat pants and never ventured out the door without a giant man's robe I used to love. I had 2 puppies and we were not allowed to fence our base house yard. So I did a lot of PJ dog walking.
One time I was pulling weeds out of the side walk cracks while waiting on the dogs to do their business. And a couple hours later one of the other wives on the street called me horrified that her H had seen me doing yardwork in my night clothes.
I laughed myself silly over that. And I was pulling weeds out of the cracks because thay would write you a citation for having weeds growing in the cracks, I sure hated living on base!
I think we could put out books of short stories based on our experiences with MLC. We could do topics, each of us write a perspective/novella/essay. I see a couple books here..... and we could boost our income, too!
Me 57 XH 58 Sons age 32 & 27 M:32 D final 9/12 Bought 10 Acres and Living the Dream!
COMFORT is all. My xh really liked me to wear sexy nightwear - and I did wear it but I have to say that one-size-too-big fleecy pjs have it for me. I could write the definitive chapter on the joy of big knickers [as opposed to thongs which I firmly believe are the invention of men, not women. If I were going to burn underwear it wouldn't be my bra, but a pile of thongs]
My lawn is all at the back of my house - but I guess they could always climb up and watch. It might get more attention than the flapping knee length short, old tennis shoes and BIG frayed t shirt. I am not talking self neglect here, but comfort. A halter top, short shorts, and high heeled sandals perhaps??
You said STAY in the dark range of a color. I read GLOW in the dark . . ., but that's another story for another time.
Yes Bea and Toni, comfort rules is my byword now. XH liked dress up crap, but personally, I feel a 53 year old Little Bo Peep is beyond pathetic, especially when he looked like the naked troll under the bridge. Grown up lingerie didn't do it for him. I should have had a clue. Now, it's Charlie Brown PJ's, athletic bras and shorts, and old T's all the way. My biggest worry at the moment is my bright, shiny, blindingly white legs. But after seeing that woman with the tanning obsession on the internet, I can't bring myself to tan. Better unfashionably white than to look like the business end of a cheap cigar.
two choices here. Tough it out until legs have a little colour. Cheat. not all fake tans leave you day glo orange. Don't know why this would be but life is strange, as we all know.
Rule 1 Buy one that makes you go pale tan. Rule 2 Exfoliate before applying [nearly wrote defoliate, but that is something different, and I think requires heavy duty weedkillers if not napalm] 3. THEN apply fake tan in a thin even layer [more isn't better]. 4. Overnight ideally so any streaks can be dealt with next day. 5. Deal bravely with smell [even the expensive stuff smells a little]
PS cannot complain of xh's taste in nightwear for me - Italian real silk satin. Still fleece or flannel pjs have their own charm, and you can spill coffee on them.
Potaaaato, Potawwto. Exfoliate, defoliate. Depends on how often you actually shave your legs now-a-days. For awhile, defoliate would probably have been more proper.
Hi Guys! I've been lurking off and on, but not posting, and thought I might as well give an update.
I continue to work on my little house, which I LOVE. Currently repainting the dining room walls and moulding. Almost ready for the chandelier.
Due to go to court on 8/29 for XH's Contempt of Court charge. Still 3 months behind in Alimony, even after reduction. But, here's my chance to have my say about that!
Time may not heal all wounds, but time has given me the distance and dimension of thought to look at my X from an angle I would not allow myself previously. For all my blindness, X was a singularly selfish person. Example: I spent months listening to his every word to decipher what absolutely wonderful Christmas gifts I could get him. He went out on Christmas Eve, and got me something I neither wanted or needed. Not that marriage is about what I GOT, but rather, that I was important enough to him for him to put some thought into it. I spent so much time giving him all the credit for my hard work ( family get togethers, etc.) he simply began to believe he deserved all the praise. Granted, I realize I created this Frankenstein Monster.
The long and short of it is that I am now able to enjoy the life that I have. I still have my regrets; that's part of life, but they don't overcome me. I am not dating, am not interested. My life is full of friends, kids and grandkids. There's just enuf room left at the end of the day for me, and I allow that gift to myself.
So that's my life in a nutshell. It's certainly not exciting, but I've had enuf excitement in the last few years to last me awhile. Peaceful is where I'm at.
Punkin, I'm so glad you posted. You sound like you are getting your home together and I bet when you are finished the place will look beautiful!
Your xh sounds alot like mine and yes, I was the same way that you were. I have a feeling that many of us will see the "light" after a few years and come to realize that we all were wearing rose colored glasses.
Please take care of yourself.
Sit quietly, the answers will reveal themselves when you least expect them to. The past is gone, the present is a gift and you need to focus on today, allow the future to reveal itself when it is ready.
Whatz up young lady! Nice to see you are doing good.
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I continue to work on my little house, which I LOVE. Currently repainting the dining room walls and moulding.
Is my room done or is that still a work in progress?
Eric
"The difficulties of Life are intended to make us BETTER,not bitter". "Fear is a prison, where you are the jailer. FREE YOURSELF!" "Life is usually all about how you handle Plan B." - Jack3Beans
but I have to say that one-size-too-big fleecy pjs have it for me. I could write the definitive chapter on the joy of big knickers [as opposed to thongs which I firmly believe are the invention of men, not women. If I were going to burn underwear it wouldn't be my bra, but a pile of thongs]
