Sunday 25 November 2012

My Hairy Legs

If you remember I tried out epilating in order to combat my itchy legs. And then I tried not shaving. I epilated once since then, in the summer, and haven't removed the hair from my legs since.
My legs still itch around my ankles but I know they are improved. Epilating is fine but I just never seem to get to it. Shaving definitely aggravates so that is out.

I've often said I wished I was apart of a culture that didn't push smooth legs. Where hairy legs on a woman didn't garner a second look. And then I realized it doesn't matter. There truly is nothing wrong with leg hair. It doesn't take away from my looks. Now that it is frown out it doesn't it. And my husband doesn't care. So why should I shave my legs? Yes, I do prefer shaved legs. I love that silky soft feel when you first shave but let's be honest, it doesn't last long (though it does last longer with epilating.) I am also pretty sure the only reason I prefer shave legs is because that is how we are raised. It is our culture.

I don't think there is anything wrong in shaving your legs. But what started as a fad as become a necessity. Have hairy legs and someone might notice. Didn't have time to shave and wear pants to hide that.

I've decided to change my thinking. It really is easy to do in the winter when you don't wear shorts. I will keep my leg hair. There is nothing "gross" about it.

Before I even made this decision I went to the pool with unshaved legs. Forgot all about them and didn't notice any stares guess when you aren't being self conscious it helps.

Now, let's see if I can pull this off. Or if I can change my thinking concerning my armpits as well...

Wednesday 14 November 2012

My Kitchen Part III

At this point I would be happy with my kitchen. But the whole makeover started with new flooring purchase so I better wait for that. And perhaps a new sink and my new cooktop and oven. Not that I mind the looks of my "retro" one but a working oven is always helpful. (Currently my oven is useful though as a stash spot for things I don't want the kitten getting into.
remember my old kitchen?
Now it looks like this
old
new

And by my mom's suggestion it spilled over into my living room.
old
new (I know just cleaning it helps too)





I will try to add more before photos of my living room once the flooring is in. Right now I have two hungry children hanging all over me and driving me crazy. Also, I love comments but unfortunately I am really terrible at the silly security codes google has and so I rarely fight with them in order to leave any comments. 








Thursday 8 November 2012

My best friend

Once again, a close friend of mine has moved away. I hate being left behind. And the knowledge that things will never be the same is hard to accept at first. But I know from experience things will change and you will grow apart. It is a necessary part of life. If the person who leaves holds on too tight they will never move forward with their life but rather be held back by what once they loved.

There is nothing good about being left behind. Everyone around you is the same so suddenly you find yourself without a place to go hang out or without a friend to make plans with. And you also know that when they return to visit they will be too busy visiting immediate family that you will be lucky to get an hour.

I also suck at long distance relationships. It isn't that I forget the person it is usually just that I have so much to say I can't get it all down in an email or phone call. Or I can't fin stationary to write an old fashioned letter (sorry 'bout that)

Losing the two people (one expected on unexpected) I hang out with in the last few months has shaken me. I know I can look at it as some great opportunity to grow closer to God and my little family. In reality at this point I just feel lonely and heartbroken.

On a more cheerful note I got my kitchen wallpaper.

Saturday 3 November 2012

Today I was right.

Let me tell you a little story. Usually when it comes to "discussions" between my darling husband and I, I am wrong. It gets tiring. So when I am right I generally do a little dance and gloat. Normally I keep the gloating and dancing in the privacy of our home but as this time was humerous I am going to share.

We have a tin roof. Because of this when the snow does build up on it it falls off in a giant sheet. This morning due to pouring rain it was beginning to slide. Wet icy snow creeping like a glacier off the roof and towards our truck parked beside the house.

My husband had stepped outside for a moment an so I suggested he move the truck before the snow fell. He of course did not as it wasn't necessary yet. No heated words followed but iI made it clear I thought he was making a mistake and he made it clear I wasn't the boss of him.

He comes inside and minutes later while we are standing beside the window that overlooks our truck a rumble starts an the giant sheet of snow falls on our poor truck, rocking it back and forth, denting it, bending our box cover down and plastering it with the very sludgy snow.

I laughed. I danced. I was not very mature. My husband went outside to move it (still not sure why as there was no snow on that section of roof anymore) and to shovel the snow off it. The dents were pushed out an the box cover bent back. And I got to say "I told you so" and he was fine with me telling the story as he saw how humorous it was.

Only one tiny chunk of snow fell off our roof the rest of the day besides the stretch directly above our truck. Some of you might think I'm being kind of mean but if you yourself rarely are right you understand where I'm coming from.