So last weekend Will and I were getting ready to go see a fireworks show with Ross and Rachel.
It was bloody hot last weekend. Granted- not Kuwait hot, because really, what is hotter than stepping outside and feeling your eyelids fuse to your eyeballs and your skin shrivel like a California raisin- however, it was hot nonetheless.
I didn’t feel like getting myself all “gussied” up and ready for this lovely outdoor occasion.
Oh- and before I continue, can we camp out at “gussied?” Are we allowed to say the word “gussied” anymore? I said it to Will today and he looked at me as if I were a black and white film star, clad in a big fluffy skirt with a giant spatula in my hand. So, I’m led to believe gussy is an “old person” word, and the more I type it and say it in my head, the goofier I feel.
Gussy.
Gussied.
Am I even spelling this right!?!
Anyway- let’s move on.
So, I didn’t plan to get all “gussied” (ha ha) up for the evening. As I was tossing my hair in a pony tail and putting nothing but mascara on my eyes, Will looked at me and said the words which had the potential to kill him dead on the spot or make a valid point.
He said, “Why don’t you get dressed up and curl your hair for me like you do for work? I like it that way.”
Lucky for him, we were running late so the whole killing on the spot option was out of the picture.
He said it, and it annoyed me, and I made a big deal out of it- and again, lucky for him we were running late so there wasn’t a lot of time for me to him and haw.
Hmm- note to self: him and haw is probably a lot like gussied. Don’t say it.
I was annoyed by his comment. I get dressed up Monday-Friday and would like to spend my weekends comfortable and relaxed and casual. There’s nothing wrong with that!
Seriously- he might as well had said I looked fat in the dress I was wearing. The nerve.
However, the more I thought about it on the way to our friend’s house the more I thought he was right. I really ought to take an extra 15 minutes on the weekend to curl my hair they way he likes and wear something other than my annoying black skirt that I wear virtually every.single.weekend.
It’s not like it takes that much more time to do something nice for my husband, which makes him happier and in turn makes me happier, right? Okay- so some of you might say it’s totally stupid to agree, but at the same time, why wouldn’t I want to take some extra time on the weekends for Will? I mean, I know I sure appreciate it when he shaves and doesn’t go all scraggly and sandpaper-ish all weekend long. It’s the same thing. Plus, I remember 6 summers ago I would spend literally hours getting ready to see Will. Ha- don’t you guys remember those days? The days of courtship and butterflies and the perfect tasting lip gloss? Good times.
So anyway, I can’t believe I’m telling you this story but I thought maybe some of you have been in the same boat. Do you ever get tired of dressing up all week and want the weekends to sort of bum? Do you have any tricks to make getting ready on the weekends any faster? Like I said- my weekend trick are skirts and dresses. They are uber cheap and casual but they look nice on and turn a crappy bum day into something a little dressier. I’m curious to see if you guys can relate and if there’s something you do to feel good about yourself when all you want to do is leave your hairy legs in sweat pants and not brush your teeth all day.
Hope you lovelies had a great 4th!
I know what you mean! I often thought I should take time to look human on the weekends when I had a fulltime M-F job and dressed up everyday.
However now that I don’t work OR work from home, whatever you want to call it I’m pretty casual everyday. I wear yoga pants and a cute shirt or a little cotton skirt/cute shirt in the summer. I do usually feel like getting a little more “gussied” up when/if we do something on the weekends just because I rarely do it otherwise.