Some things that happened this week that made me shake my head in wonder:
I made meatloaf.
Never did I understand how meatloaf was something people decided to make for dinner. Growing up I ate it, but was never excited about it. One evening this week, I was trying to figure out what to make for dinner and it then I had this idea: meatloaf. As if it was the most brilliant thing ever. And a second later was the thought, "Really?...Meatloaf?" And by golly, I did it. I made meatloaf. And I liked it.
I wished for a pantry.
You heard me. A pantry. I was surprised too.
I was looking at our kitchen counter wishing there was more space, a space to take all the stuff sitting on the counter and move it out of my sight. It was such a strange moment. I think this has a direct correlation to being married and doing much more in the kitchen, but I never would have guessed that this would be something I would one day dream about.
I agreed with my mom on fashion.
My mom and I, years ago started a tradition of shopping together for my gifts for Christmas and my birthday. I often wanted clothes but my mom's idea of a great shirt, was not the same as my own. This was a great solution. It's a day we both look forward to to catch up and enjoy one another's company.
My mom and I went birthday shopping this weekend. My mom pointed out several tops that I ended up trying on and liking. Even she was surprised and questioned how that happened. My sobering thought was...I'm getting old. More accurately perhaps, my taste is maturing.
I have a long ago memory from my childhood is sitting on my parent's bed and picking up a clothing catalog that my mom had just finished looking through. I flipped through the pages and looked at all the horrid looking clothes. The shirts and pants were all solid colors, maybe a stripe here or there and I remember thinking to myself how boring all their clothes were. How did adults stand it? There was not a single Minnie Mouse shirt, nothing with dolphins or fish or rainbows. Most of the colors were incredibly dull as well, a bunch of black, browns, pastels, earth tones. Where are the bright pink, orange, yellow, and green shirts? Why were these people so afraid of color?
I remember being perplexed at what I was going to do when I grew up. What would I wear? Lucky for me my tastes did change as I became and adult! I do enjoy age appropriate clothing. Whew...because I sure cringe to think of me wearing a bunch of Minnie the Mouse t-shirts at this point in life.
