I've been alive long enough to know what I like and this Granny likes to be comfortable. I spent enough time in my 20's, 30's and part of my 40's trying to find the most comfortable, fashionable, yet affordable jeans that I finally sacrificed my last pair to the "yoga pants God" a few years ago.
I've been through levis, wranglers, eddie bauer, ll bean, calvin kline, talbots, cleo, rickis, a variety of bootlegger, jeans warehouse, american eagle, gap, old navy and finally reitmans (comfort waist)....I may have missed a few but you get the idea. My body was never really designed for jeans with my longish torso and stumpy legs but I can't say I didn't give jeans an honest try.
In the last 15 years, I've worked in an office regularly so jeans were really only for casual wear. I could squish the wobbly bits in to the less than forgiving, spandex enhanced denim and manage quite adequately.
In the last few years, I've transitioned to yoga wear (note* I have yet to transition to yoga) so evenings and weekends found me rocking the black yoga pants and co-ordinating black yoga tunic (and a hoodie in the cooler weather). As an active Granny, I was finally comfortable and fashionable!!
Then I read one of those "5 fashion faux pas that age women prematurely" blogs and top of the list was athletic wear worn outside of a gym!! You could almost hear my wobbly bits cry in anguish as they realized that I needed at least one "good pair" of casual pants...aka jeans.
Jeggings were out of the question...that's a whole 'nother blog post. So I set out to try some real jeans again. Shopping is limited in my small town so I hit all the regular stops and finding myself empty handed decided to try Old Navy. As I've aged, I found Old Navy a little too "young" for me so I stuck to buying my grandkids stuff there but rarely ventured into the ladies dept. After all, I'm pretty sure I was also intimidated by the fact that ladies sizes start at 00 and I was a little embarrassed to ask the cute girls where to find the "big girl" clothes.
But I was determined and so began the adventure. I took 47 pairs of pants into the fitting room and grunted and groaned my way in and out of every pair. NOTHING!!
I was starting to get hungry and dehydrated when I thought I'd cruise through the selection one more time before I gave up. Surprisingly, I spied a pair of charcoal grey jeans I had not noticed previously. They were sort of rolled up in a ball behind some distressing (cut up, dark rinse) jeans that I had decided I was not going to try. (Another blog post pending on "holes" in new pants-haha)
They looked like they might fit and they were soft and stretchy(ish) so I headed back to the fitting room. This is when the girl who was refolding all my cast off pants rolled her eyes.
It was like the universe aligned, the Heavens parted and Angels literally sang a Hallelujah chorus as I slid into those glorious pants!!
Of course the jeans were a return. They are not regularly stocked in my local store, but I could order more online. Which is exactly what I did. I drove home and ordered two more pairs of the ladies rockstar 24/7 jeans.
I was so excited to find pants that my body and I both liked that I did not even check the fabric content or washing instructions until after I had made my purchases. (22% spandex and 1% elastin...whatever that is.) I am just going to call it 23% pure joy!
I can hardly wait to go to the grocery store or fill up with gas now that I have these new pants and I'm confident that "rockstar 24/7" could be marketed as an anti-aging product.
Life is good!!
We Are Smart!
Notes from the inside...
Friday, November 17, 2017
Sunday, August 27, 2017
Not Your Grandma's House Dress
A few years ago my most "fashionable" daughter discovered online shopping. And with that discovery came a whole slew of online shops- hawking everything from leggings and
t-shirts to unbelievably comfy "housedresses" (designed for the modern mom).
Enter "dwell and slumber"....
I admired her dresses from a distance. I mean anything looks good on her and I thought the dresses were super cute (for a twenty-something adorable mom)
Then her sister bought one and I really liked the look and feel of the house dress. I would often say that I should try one. After all, I am all about comfortable and really these looked like an updated muumuu so how could a granny go wrong with that?
So I hummed and hawed and missed getting myself a house dress because these crazy things sell out in about ten minutes when the new stock is posted! Who knew buying a muumuu would be like trying to get tickets to a rock concert?!!?
So last time the shop restocked, my daughter surprised me by ordering one for me when she ordered hers. It was a lovely surprise and a most thoughtful gift.
And here I am four weeks later loving my horribly expensive, trendy muumuu. I am one happy, comfortable, fashionable granny these days.
But here's the catch ( and there is always a catch) :
These are NOT house dresses. My mom ( and her mother before her) could cook, clean, wrestle children and livestock in a house dress. They could garden and drive tractor and hammer nails and hoist bales in a house dress. My mom and grandma were "full time stay at home" moms (SAHM for the instagram/blogging crowd) and they were active and involved in every aspect of daily living. And they wore a HOUSE DRESS!!
With all due respect, the dwell and slumber dresses are instagram photo op dresses.
I have determined that if I meet an untimely death this week, it will be because I've had one of the following two accidents:
1. I set myself on fire when the sleeves of my house dress dragged across the element on my stove.
2. The sleeves of my "housedress" became entangled in the spin cycle of my washing machine and I was slowly strangled by $100 (CAN) worth of organically sourced, ethically produced cotton jersey (with a little spandex to make the strangling slow and painful)
The house dress is also useless at the sink...the sleeves are soaked after a few dishes and the sleeves also keep hooking on the wires in my dishwasher. The sleeves catch on door knobs and stair rails and pretty much anything that sticks out at arm level. The sleeves also managed to sweep the entire "bank" on to the floor last Sunday morning as I was playing monopoly with the littles.
Hats off to the gals that invented this dress. I've never worn anything more comfortable and I've barely taken it off since it was given to me. But seriously, I'm convinced that housekeeping and motherhood and this dress are mutually exclusive.
There are also a number of blogs boasting that you can sleep in this dress (which I have) and then wear it to work the next morning. (I haven't had the nerve to, yet). I have visualized the dress and the paper shredder and it's not a pretty picture.
Social media and real life make for some crazy combinations and this is one of them. I have bought in completely to this dress and I subscribed to the mailing list so I can get advanced notice of when the shop is re-stocked and ready to take my money. I have even thought of posting a photo of this "granny" in the most comfortable "muumuu" available to womankind.
And concurrently, I am trying to figure out how anyone gets anything done in this stupid dress. Yesterday was grout cleaning day at my house and I actually changed out of my house dress into yoga shorts and my husband's t-shirt to do a job that should be done in a "house dress".... Maybe modern SAHM don't do house work or at least maybe they actually don't post that part of life on instagram. I'm guessing the latter is the true story.
In the meantime, I will wear my dress until it falls apart or kills me and I can't wait until the shop has new stock!!
Wednesday, August 2, 2017
The Miracle-Suit (part 2)
As I was peeling myself out of my "miracle suit" the other day, my thoughts drifted back to my childhood swimming lessons. I learned to swim (adequately) and I can still float and paddle around with ease so I'm thankful for the lessons. But it was the water safety portion of my training that popped into my mind as I struggled to release myself from the confines of my miraculous swimwear. "Always swim with a buddy..."
Before my miracle-suit I had that advice safely stored in my memory. I could take it or leave it...without serious consequence. However, it has become very clear to me recently that there was (and is) extraordinary wisdom in that recommendation.
While my suit is extremely comfortable and clearly amazing to wear (wobbly bits tuck in neatly; nothing rides up, nothing falls down) it is, without question, a two man job to get it on!
I remember Dolly Parton (before her crazy diet and all that plastic surgery) jumping up from her table at some awards show to make an acceptance speech and her dress split open at the seams. She covered herself with a jacket and made her way to the microphone where, in her sweet, charming style explained, "It's like my daddy always says; you should never try to stuff 50 pounds of potatoes in a 10 pound sack."
...unless it's a miracle-suit.....
It's hard work to make the fabric do what I need it to do; what it was designed to do. It's especially difficult since I injured my left arm earlier in the spring and quite frankly, I'm simply not nearly as strong or flexible as I used to be. That's why I'm thankful for a "buddy" readily available to pull, poke and tug whenever (and wherever) I require assistance.
So as much as I love and appreciate my miracle-suit, I really love and appreciate my swimming buddy. Thanks for all the support, you two.
Before my miracle-suit I had that advice safely stored in my memory. I could take it or leave it...without serious consequence. However, it has become very clear to me recently that there was (and is) extraordinary wisdom in that recommendation.
While my suit is extremely comfortable and clearly amazing to wear (wobbly bits tuck in neatly; nothing rides up, nothing falls down) it is, without question, a two man job to get it on!
I remember Dolly Parton (before her crazy diet and all that plastic surgery) jumping up from her table at some awards show to make an acceptance speech and her dress split open at the seams. She covered herself with a jacket and made her way to the microphone where, in her sweet, charming style explained, "It's like my daddy always says; you should never try to stuff 50 pounds of potatoes in a 10 pound sack."
...unless it's a miracle-suit.....
It's hard work to make the fabric do what I need it to do; what it was designed to do. It's especially difficult since I injured my left arm earlier in the spring and quite frankly, I'm simply not nearly as strong or flexible as I used to be. That's why I'm thankful for a "buddy" readily available to pull, poke and tug whenever (and wherever) I require assistance.
So as much as I love and appreciate my miracle-suit, I really love and appreciate my swimming buddy. Thanks for all the support, you two.
...my newest miracle suit
and my buddy...
Tuesday, August 1, 2017
The Miracle-Suit (part 1)
I have always loved "swimsuit season." However, loving the swimsuit has been a life long process.
As a mother of young children I always worried about how I looked at the beach or the pool. I worried about tan lines and wobbly bits. I worried about those "last ten pounds" way more than I needed to. ( surprise...those ten pounds are now closer to twenty-five and reality says, they're not going anywhere).
I owned and tolerated swimsuits that worked for me and my body type; more or less.
I got through my 30's and 40's relatively unscathed by the demands of swimsuit season. I never really was "that mom" on the sidelines in a cover up. So I trust my kids were not too embarrassed. Thankfully, my husband is a kind man who never commented on my "bikini bod" (maybe he was just in self preservation mode- haha). Either way, I never required extensive therapy to reconcile my struggles with swimwear. But I did struggle.
Then, as a granny in my 50's, I discovered the "miracle-suit" and I've seriously never looked back!! My tan lines and wobbly bits have not changed remarkably and as mentioned, those last 10 pounds persist but I may boldly proclaim that the miracle-suit has changed my life...and LIFE IS GOOD.
I agonized over the first purchase all those seasons ago. The suit cost a small fortune and I was taking a huge risk buying a bathing suit online. But with my first trip to Hawaii rapidly approaching and my swimwear selection bleak to say the least, I broke out my measuring tape (the same one I used in high school home-ec) and measured "accurately" half a dozen times in centimetres and inches! (just to be sure) Then I cross referenced the online fit guide and took the plunge. I meticulously entered my credit card number, billing address, shipping address, rechecked the size and color, pressed submit order and prayed for a miracle.
The suit arrived 5-8 business days later and I've been living the miracle ever since!
Not only did the suit fit well but it managed the wobbly bits and extra pounds with ease. Once I returned from Hawaii, I went back online and ordered the same suit again (this time on sale-score!). I decided I would never be without a miracle-suit for the rest of my mortal life.
Each season, I check to make sure it is still available, wait for it to go on sale and order it again.
This season, I ordered my 4th and 5th suits. The name may have changed over the years. I think it's a slim-suit or something now but it will always be my miracle-suit.
I love the suit(s) and I love to swim, hot tub and generally lay around all summer in it. And for this pasty, plump Granny, that alone, is a miracle!
Happy summer!
As a mother of young children I always worried about how I looked at the beach or the pool. I worried about tan lines and wobbly bits. I worried about those "last ten pounds" way more than I needed to. ( surprise...those ten pounds are now closer to twenty-five and reality says, they're not going anywhere).
I owned and tolerated swimsuits that worked for me and my body type; more or less.
I got through my 30's and 40's relatively unscathed by the demands of swimsuit season. I never really was "that mom" on the sidelines in a cover up. So I trust my kids were not too embarrassed. Thankfully, my husband is a kind man who never commented on my "bikini bod" (maybe he was just in self preservation mode- haha). Either way, I never required extensive therapy to reconcile my struggles with swimwear. But I did struggle.
Then, as a granny in my 50's, I discovered the "miracle-suit" and I've seriously never looked back!! My tan lines and wobbly bits have not changed remarkably and as mentioned, those last 10 pounds persist but I may boldly proclaim that the miracle-suit has changed my life...and LIFE IS GOOD.
I agonized over the first purchase all those seasons ago. The suit cost a small fortune and I was taking a huge risk buying a bathing suit online. But with my first trip to Hawaii rapidly approaching and my swimwear selection bleak to say the least, I broke out my measuring tape (the same one I used in high school home-ec) and measured "accurately" half a dozen times in centimetres and inches! (just to be sure) Then I cross referenced the online fit guide and took the plunge. I meticulously entered my credit card number, billing address, shipping address, rechecked the size and color, pressed submit order and prayed for a miracle.
The original miracle-suit
(back and front views)
The suit arrived 5-8 business days later and I've been living the miracle ever since!
Not only did the suit fit well but it managed the wobbly bits and extra pounds with ease. Once I returned from Hawaii, I went back online and ordered the same suit again (this time on sale-score!). I decided I would never be without a miracle-suit for the rest of my mortal life.
Each season, I check to make sure it is still available, wait for it to go on sale and order it again.
This season, I ordered my 4th and 5th suits. The name may have changed over the years. I think it's a slim-suit or something now but it will always be my miracle-suit.
...I also branched out and tried a new style this season.
This one is even BETTER
I love the suit(s) and I love to swim, hot tub and generally lay around all summer in it. And for this pasty, plump Granny, that alone, is a miracle!
Happy summer!
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Adventures in Springing Forward
Daylight Saving Time messes me up. I've been dealing with the phenomena for decades and I always get messed up. I know it is just one hour but it seems to take days, if not weeks for me to get feeling balanced and in control after the changing the clocks.
I checked the clock in my car all along the way to make sure I was timing each of my stops to arrive at the office on time.
I thought it was a bit odd to meet my son at his house at 11:30 in the morning when he's usually not home until 12 for lunch but he said he had to be heading back in a few minutes so I assumed he'd taken an early lunch to check on the wife and child.
I jumped back in my car, pumped with all I'd accomplished that morning-with time to spare. As I was driving up to the parkade, my clock said 11:40 and I rationalized that I had time to zip over to Michael's to pick up an item I'd been wanting all weekend. So I did.
I pulled into the parkade at 11:53 and marched up to office. Whew. 11:56 (according to the clock above my desk) as I opened the door.
My job on Mondays is to bring lunch for 12 noon and catch up with the doctor and get ready for patients arriving at 1:00pm.
The patient scheduled for one o'clock this Monday is usually early for appointments. We've come to expect that but the thought I had as I came through the door was, "I know they like to come early but this is RIDICULOUS!"
I set out the lunch in the lunch room and went to my desk to get things opened up for the afternoon. Then the next scheduled patient walked through the door....
And then it hit me! I wasn't tired or groggy but I was definitely a full hour late for work.
Dazed, and slightly confused I had to confess that Daylight Saving Time 2015 had once again found me MESSED UP!
I guess there's always next year.....
This year I worried about the upcoming event for days, anticipating getting "messed up" and feeling awful. Then I agreed to attend an early morning church meeting Sunday morning after springing forward the night before. I refused to attend a meeting feeling groggy and out of sorts; I wanted to be alert.
I needed a plan.
I decided to use pharmaceuticals to beat the clock...I was going to make myself go to sleep an hour earlier on Saturday night and wake up Sunday morning refreshed and ready to go.
I took the drugs around 8 pm Saturday night, set all the clocks in the house forward an hour, kluncked right out and slept soundly all night. It was miraculous. I had a fantastic Sunday and did not even notice that lost hour.
I went to bed Sunday night confident and pleased that Monday morning would find me ready for the day and I was not feeling even little bit messed up.
Everything went according to plan and I was sort of smug about how well I had managed the time change this year.
I don't need to be in the office on Mondays until noon so I use Monday mornings to do a little housework and run a few errands. I watched the clock and organized myself to get out of the house so I could do a "few things" before I had to be at my desk.
So I stopped in and visited briefly with a couple of ladies as I was leaving town. Then I took the recycle to the depot as I was driving into the city. I messaged my daughter-in-law to let her know that I would be dropping off some items that had been left at my house. She asked if I'd pick up a Booster Juice on the way (she and the boy had not been feeling well-that would really help). Sure thing. I headed over to Booster Juice, then dropped off a load of clothes at Goodwill and picked up the dry cleaning before heading over to drop off the "juice".
I checked the clock in my car all along the way to make sure I was timing each of my stops to arrive at the office on time.
I thought it was a bit odd to meet my son at his house at 11:30 in the morning when he's usually not home until 12 for lunch but he said he had to be heading back in a few minutes so I assumed he'd taken an early lunch to check on the wife and child.
I jumped back in my car, pumped with all I'd accomplished that morning-with time to spare. As I was driving up to the parkade, my clock said 11:40 and I rationalized that I had time to zip over to Michael's to pick up an item I'd been wanting all weekend. So I did.
I pulled into the parkade at 11:53 and marched up to office. Whew. 11:56 (according to the clock above my desk) as I opened the door.
My job on Mondays is to bring lunch for 12 noon and catch up with the doctor and get ready for patients arriving at 1:00pm.
The patient scheduled for one o'clock this Monday is usually early for appointments. We've come to expect that but the thought I had as I came through the door was, "I know they like to come early but this is RIDICULOUS!"
I set out the lunch in the lunch room and went to my desk to get things opened up for the afternoon. Then the next scheduled patient walked through the door....
And then it hit me! I wasn't tired or groggy but I was definitely a full hour late for work.
Dazed, and slightly confused I had to confess that Daylight Saving Time 2015 had once again found me MESSED UP!
I guess there's always next year.....
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Poor Man's Boots…literally
For years I have avoided the "nice" shoe aisle in favor of the more affordable footwear section. I don't believe I have compromised on style or comfort but I've never really dove right in and spent a fist full of cash for boots.
But my son-in-law, the economist has shown me the value of the theory of "poor man's boots" in a variety of areas in my life. And I have over the years adopted the "pay for good stuff and you will actually spend less" approach to shopping. By and large this has been successful, so why should it be any different for boots?
In my search for the ultimate great boot, I have encountered a few problems but ultimately just one.
Problem #1: I am short and I have thick calves. Most pull on boots can't be pulled past my ankles. And it's even more embarassing trying to cram my calves into a zippered boot. So many adorable boots….zipped up to just past my ankles.
Problem #2: I don't want to sacrifice style/fashion for fit. Sure I can find a pair of gumboots to wear but how cute is that with a skirt?
Problem #3: I really just have one problem. I struggle to find cute boots that fit. Both of the above problems combined…if I can pull a boot over my calves it's ugly and if it's super cute, it won't fit.
So about 4-5 years ago I was strolling through the mall when I saw another pair of really cute boots. I sucked up my courage and tried them on. They fit perfectly. But then I was faced with buying "cute, cheap" boots.
As the girl described them - "synthetic leather" I shuddered to think what my economist son-in-law would think about this purchase. But Dang! These boots were cute, they went over my thick calves without concern and would not cost a ton of money (and they were cute). Plus, I rationalized that I could wear these boots while actively searching for some really good quality leather boots that could last a lifetime. These were to be my one season, disposable boots and I was okay with that.
I bought the tall riding boots.
(tall pull-on riding boots)
The next day I went back and bought the short boots, as well. If I was going to do this, I may as well go all the way. I was going to enjoy having some cute boots.
(short boots)
And my cheap boots served me remarkably well that season. But in the back of my mind, I kept thinking I needed to find some really good leather boots…
I kept looking at and trying on good boots. That season and the next. And the next….I went to Eddie Bauer, Roots, Browns, Landend, etc. etc. etc. never coming out with a pair of boots that would fit.
So each fall I would pull out my cheap "synthetic leather" (aka plastic) boots and shine them up for another season. And these boots lasted me for a full 4 winters. The soles were starting to wear and the sock liner fell out two winters ago but by and large, I managed with the cheap boots.
Then last fall I saw some really nice boots online at Landsend. They were leather riding boots and all the reviews said that they were wide enough for thick calves. I had a 25% off couplon and so I thought I'd take a chance and order the boots.
(landsend riding boots-100% leather and
NOT Cheap)
The boots arrived and they were gorgeous! They were soft leather on the outside and fully lined with more soft leather. They zipped up over my thick calves and they had leather soles to add to the quality. I was so excited! I wore them the first Sunday after they arrived with a skirt and I proceed to wear them to work with my skinny jeans a couple days a week after that. I could not have been happier. My old, cheap, plastic riding boots were definitely showing the wear and these were a positive upgrade.
Then it got cold outside and it snowed a couple of times. And then it got colder….
The first time it happened I was walking across the church parking lot and my feet just kinda went out from under me. Splat! Me and my cute boots bottoms up in a skirt on the way to church. I picked myself up and dusted myself off and hobbled into the building unsure of what had just happened. But a few days later it became very clear to me when I hit the pavement as I walked into the office.
The beautiful leather soles on my gorgeous leather boots offered no traction whatsoever in the cold. As a matter of fact, when these boots get cold, the soles must freeze up and magically turn into blades (like on ice skates). The transformation is so subtle, I don't notice that I'm in peril until I am on the ground.
There was only one thing to do. I pulled out my old boots and began wearing them again. At least in my old cheap boots, I had both feet planted firmly on the ground.
As Christmas approached, I began looking for new boots in earnest. I understood my supple leather boots were "fair weather" friends at best and I would get a hundred years of wear out of them if I could only wear them for 4-6 weeks a year. So I rationalized another, more seasonable pair would not be out of the question.
That's when I bought the Clarks. They looked like the perfect boot for work and they had rubber soles and a warm lining. These would be my winter boots and I would wear them everyday with jeans and pants and I would be "stylin'. Which I was, until something happened on my left foot and the boot sort of just ate up my pinky toe one afternoon. I could barley walk to my car that night and now I was really getting depressed. TWO pairs of good quality, fashionable, expen$ive boots and two fails!
(the clarks - pain in one small package)
Back to my old standbys. Tall cheap boots a few days a week and short cheap boots the other days. Of course, it never warmed up enough to wear anything but boots so I was stuck.
Then I started to do some calculations in my head. I had paid less than $100 for two pairs of boots 5 years ago. That worked out to $20 a year for boots that didn't look too bad and kept me warm and upright throughout the seasons. That was less than $.05 per day! Suddenly "poor man's boots" made no sense at all.
I went a little "boots nuts" over the next little while.
I bought these on sale at urban outfitters-
two pairs for less than the cost of 1/2 of one
expensive boot. (and so many compliments when I wear them at work.)
Plus, super, sturdy soles that can stand up to the cold.
These were $8 at the Gap and got 10% off for
bringing in my reusable shopping bag. 100%
plastic and 200% pure comfort.
I got these little cuties at the shoe warehouse for close to nothing-
they were the free shoes when Wally bought a pair on the BOGO.
So I own expensive, good quality boots in an effort to make sensible purchases and I wear cheap, cute, synthetic boots in an effort to keep both feet on the ground and walk strong all through the day.
Sometimes, in spite of all good intentions, I need to do what FEELS right!
Walk on, my friends.
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