Housewife Wrap Up

This is not my cute baby, but click on the image to go to the website that sells these adorable shirts!

This week I explored the Housewife.

Who she is and what she does.

We all have something in common, our families. Our love for them is what motivates us and brings us the greatest joys.  No matter if we are in high heels or sweats we know they love us and they are grateful for the things that we do for them.

Ephesians 5:22 Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord.

Coming Up Next Week…

The Bees Were Everywhere!

Finally got to wear my ‘lake’ outfit. I am usually pretty regular in my choice of outfits and really ventured out of my element for this one. Not that it was completely weird or anything. In highschool I remember being picked on for one of my outfits. It wasn’t a large embarrassment, it wasn’t like everyone pointing at me and laughing. Just a senior felt it necessary to tell the sophomore that she looked like a wannabe. Which I was and it didn’t bother me, I wasn’t claiming to be anything I just wanted to dress that way. The nice boy sitting with me that liked me was very sweet about it and made me feel much better afterwards.  But I think those small situations at that tender age can cause some ripple effects.

Growing up I didn’t know much about style. My mom always dressed me like herself. Which is pretty normal. While I was pregnant with Grace, I was waiting in the car (because I was the size of 2 watermelons) and watched all these moms and their daughters coming in and out of Babies R’ Us and noticed the similarities in their outfits. If the mom was wearing uggs then so was her daughter. If momma was all dolled up so was mini-me. I thought that is silly I won’t do that. But really it’s just natural. Kids don’t have style until they grow up.  So I will find that if I chose a purple top, I just happen to pick a purple onesie for her.

My mom is extremely conservative and I was and still am the complete opposite. I love to try new things. I don’t mind having fun and dressing up. But I’ve always held back due to lack of confidence. Getting older and wiser (and giving birth to two kids), will give you confidence. Confidence to not care what people might say or think. Confidence to know who I am and what I am comfortable in.

A couple of weeks ago, I made a comment to my husband

I wish I could still wear two ponytails

He asked me why can’t you? and I said it was because people might think I am a total weirdo or that I must be a really young mom or something. His reaction

They don’t pay the rent do they? So who gives a f*ck what they say.

I don’t think that I would wear two ponytails  simply because that is not the look that I am going for but that’s the answer. Who cares what people have to say or most likely not say, because most people are too busy with their own business to get into yours.

I’ve always loved fashion. Love clothes, shoes, purses, make-up, hair. But I never had anyone to show me or teach me or inspire me. So I’ve floated around stylishly mis-matched with no direction. Until recently, really just going with my instincts, exploring and being confident.

This shoe thing really popped out of nowhere. If you ask anyone I know they would say

Roxanne? Shoes? Fashion? Really?

And my response would be yes really. I do know what looks good. I know what looks great. I am just one of those people that if I can’t go hard, I don’t go at all.

Although I myself may be a little awkward, that’s my own business. As far as knowing what looks good, that I can do. I don’t care to follow a trend or to suck up to anybody. I don’t care if it’s outdated or who it was designed by. I don’t care what the ad says or who they put in it to wear it. It either looks good or bad. I either want it or I don’t.

Now, back to the bees. This post really turned into the ‘about me’ section, which I will be copying and pasting soon as I publish.

Finally got to wear my ‘lake’ outfit. It was beautiful day, not too hot at all. The lake was clean and not crowded. The boy had fun playing in the water, I sat down, relaxed and just praised God for his many blessings. Good food, good family. Except one thing, there were bees everywhere!

 

I Need Some Playground Boots

I am not normally a boots person. I have one pair that I bought years ago and I pull them out every cold season. This year I want some new ones. Now my day typically consists of cleaning, cooking, and playing with the chiren (I meant to spell it that way, make sure you pronounce it that way) and instantly when I saw these I thought

Perfect for the playground!

I know silly right? But I’m thinking why can’t I be cute and comfortable and durable. Transition from Playground to grocery store to gin mill smoothly.