Working Hard for the Neighborhood Fashion Maven Crown
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the impressions I make on anyone watching me from our street.
You see, our washer and dryer is in the garage which is NOT accessible from the inside of the house. This is not as big of a deal as it sounds, really. Especially for someone who often used a laundromat during her first 5 years as a Mom. Don’t get me wrong, it was a con to this house; but not enough to outweigh all of the pros. Also, we plan on remedying this situation with future renovations. But until then, we just open the sliding glass door to the patio out back and take 3 steps to enter the back door of the garage. NO BIG DEAL!
This was also how we would take out the trash and the recycling as well. None of this could be seen from the front of the house as it all happened behind the house. UNTIL WE GOT A NEW DOG.
Samson/Zoomie has a tendency to get REALLY muddy chasing our neighbor’s dogs along the fence, so we don’t like him going outside without us making sure no one is out there. Unfortunately, because the sliding door is old and not lined up perfectly, there’s plenty of time for him to sneak out as we’re opening that door to take out the garbage or do the laundry.
SO! I’ve started using the front door for all of these tasks, at all times of the day. And since I tend to do all of my housework in my pajamas, and since my pajamas are various obnoxious patterned pajama culottes with giant t-shirts and gray fuzzy houseshoes, I am often walking out the front door of my house looking like a deranged housewife with no social skills. AND I DO THIS SEVERAL TIMES A DAY.
A few nights ago I walked out the front door with floral culottes, a giant red brewery t-shirt, no shoes, and awkwardly carrying two laundry baskets. I had to open the garage door with the clicker in my car and then drag the baskets carefully by Donnie’s Jeep (our garage is just a 1-car garage) to get to the washer/dryer in the back of the garage.
Of course I saw 4 different people walking past our house during this performance.
The other morning I was coming BACK IN awkwardly carrying two laundry baskets to my front door wearing Wonder Woman culottes, my hair a giant tangled mess, and a GREEN brewery t-shirt (WE GO TO A LOT OF TAP TAKOVERS WHERE YOU CAN WIN T-SHIRTS, DO NOT JUDGE) and I saw a pack of gorgeous women pushing strollers by my house. At first I thought I could sneak back in without them noticing me but I failed and they all smiled and said, “Good morning!”
Not the best first impression when trying to make neighborhood Mom friends.
I have two options:
1) Get dressed BEFORE starting to do housework in the morning and don’t put on my pajamas in the evening until AFTER I have finished my housework – OR –
2) Buy nicer pajamas.
I think I’ll probably just buy nicer pajamas. Being dressed in real clothes is one of my least favorite things in the world. If I’m going to casually make friends with people walking by my house, it seems more authentic to just wear nicer pajamas…and I’m all about authenticity in my brand.