Bohemically Speaking!

Living in the country has changed the way I dress. It has changed where I dress. The house in the city had a traditional washer/dryer set up in the basement. The house in the country has the washer/dryer set up on the main floor, the caveat being that the bedroom is now on the second floor, where traditionally my clothes closet and dressers are located.

I very rarely dress on the second floor. Most often, I now find myself dressing from the dryer. No longer do I pain myself over the decisions of what to wear and what not to wear. The dryer decides that for me. But I have thrown a new curve into my fashion prowess.

During the summer, I dry my clothes on the clothesline where, wait for it, I have become a new member of the I’ll dress off the clothesline gang! Now, should you be gasping, do not worry, our property is well covered with plenty of tree and shrubbery.

I recently told my golfing buddies this story and they fell over laughing. “You, you of all people, Miss I’ve-got-to-change-my-clothes… at the slightest blemish and everything has to be matching?” That was the old me. This is the new me. I told them it frees up a lot of grey matter in the old cranium, leaving what little is left for important decision-making decisions. Their laughter soon subsided, as they could readily see the benefits of my new-found system.

Now if there was a way to franchise this, I could see myself on Dragon’s Den!