Coffee at Home with Her: This Time She Spills Some Secrets
13 Oct, 2012
So if you and I were having coffee at MY home this morning, I would be brewing up some Hazel Nut medium roast while profusely apologizing about the clutter but I would so SO excited about a new secret this week! No….NO–I’m not pregnant. Why do I get that all the time? Moving on, earlier this week I shared my epic meltdown over my husband shrinking my clothes. (Click here to read about it.)
After searching Pinterest, my friend Erin Small sent me info about how to UN-SHRINK my sweaters and guess what? 3 out of the 4 look great, one is questionable. Oh I wish I could show you the before shots but–I formatted my camera (meaning: deletion of all content). So I’m left with the afters! What do you think of these two so far?
Okay the secret? Lots of stretching and reshaping. Simply throw your items into a tub of warm water, add 2 TB of shampoo and let it soak for about 15 to 20 minutes. Wring it out, reshape and lay on a towel. Continue reshaping and stretching as it dries–and don’t let Dear Hubby near the laundry again.
Besides the shirt shrinkage, we’ve been working on budgeting and my question is this, “How do you know when it’s time to head back into the workforce?” I’m sure we could continue to make ends meet, but expenses are going up and I have so much more freedom than I used to at home. The kids are so independent.
Case in point, Cheyenne has been begging for weeks to walk home from school. Yesterday, I relented. She walked ALL the way home. All 1.38 miles and I’m feeling slightly neurotic and sentimental over my woman-child of a daughter that is growing up. Yes–I had a paper bag ready in case she wasn’t home by 4. My dear friend, Angela commented she wasn’t sure she could ever let her girls walk home in light of the Colorado Abduction. I know her heart and understand, yet I know I need to let my woman-child stretch and test her wings just a little.
This new independence has given me a chance to poor my extra time into my articles for HVFH and buy more boots. My husband says I have a shoe problem, particularly with boots? What do you think? I don’t think I have too many pairs?
Anyhoo, yes I said anyhoo, HVFH is teaching us so much about each other, along with insecurities and weaknesses. It went something like this:
One of us commented “Heather I think you’re being territorial” which I responded by crying. Had she been sitting across from me, I would have hidden my sensitivity by slapping her.
To which I responded, “Um–yeah, I put your name back on it” (We all sign our name to FB posts).
It was another miscommunication issue that had been building all week from mis-read comments, remarks and all things between the lines. But in the end, both of us were misty-eyed and had a new found respect for the other; we sniffled our noses and pulled up our big girl knickers–we had bonded! (Good thing she wasn’t sitting across from me).
As the weeks unfold, I am anxious and excited all in one breath! I look forward to what the future holds and I’m in a hurry to get there and see what it looks like, yet a part of me (the smarter part) says “Stop! Be still–and enjoy the process, shrinking clothes, independent children, boot fetish, miscommunications and all!