I am going to be perfectly honest with you. This #dadim was a mess of a whole lot harder than I originally expected it to be. Just before I started the month of May my parents decided to put the house on the market. Now before you label them crazy they did plan for it, just not in the God-sized way it happened. We worked from sun-up to sun-down for three straight weeks. We ripped carpet, painted bathrooms, sorted attic spaces, burned old files, cleaned, cleaned, and cleaned. It was long and tiring but we were so proud of ourselves for how much we got done! The house looks fantastic, we have a buyer, and we close on July 30th. God. is. Good!
Anyway, all the work posed a slight problem for my ability to wear dresses when I wanted to. Since I work from home I was helping out quite a bit. I did stick with it and was able to pull off a few cute and put-together days!
I learned a bit about work and dress combinations. I learned that I am thankful for the ease of shorts we have now. I thought back to when girls wore dresses...like that was it...and how hot and cumbersome that must have been. Climbing a ladder in a maxi-dress was a feat...let me tell you!
At the exact same moment I was grumbling about it, I realized how simple of a thing that was. We have all but lost our feminine touch. I have no brothers and I didn't mind lending a hand at all but it got me thinking...it isn't anything for a girl to roll up her sleeves and get down to work. I am not against hard work at all. I love a good day's sweat. However, I would have loved for it not to be a reason for me to avoid being feminine. You know?
I learned to get very creative. Surprisingly there were VERY little on repeat. Which I wasn't expecting. I learned to stretch an item or two and various ways and there was very little I didn't like.
I learned that maxi (of any kind) and cotton knit fabrics were the best for comfort, my job, and over all enjoyment. There wasn't much in way or tugging, pulling, pinching etc.
I learned that it is SO much better when you are doing it as a team. I am a part of a group on Facebook and this year my sister joined me! It made the days seem so much shorter looking forward to seeing the looks everyone came up with!
I learned that dressing like a girl gave me a reason to carry myself like one too. I typically carry a pretty can-do-attitude. Much to the dismay of some of my left side, feminist friends I enjoyed having the door held open for me or the heavy loads carried for me. Not because I am weak, lazy, or overly dependently flirtatious but because it caused a sense of being girl to carry over to how I accepted help or not.
Can't wait for summer!
