“I don't understand how a woman can leave the house without fixing herself up a little - if only out of politeness. And then, you never know, maybe that's the day she has a date with destiny. And it's best to be as pretty as possible for destiny.” ~ coco chanel
Although I'm by no means a fashionista, I do endeavor to never leave my house looking like a mess. That goes for both the house and myself. Why? Because of the above. I don't run an immaculate household. That's not how life is lived here. But I keep a well organized and picked-up home, because if you have an unexpected guest ("Oh, my boss is coming over tomorrow morning at eight."), it's so much easier to just spot check and square away a few items, rather than wage an all out battle with clutter and chaos at 11pm the night before the surprise boss visit. This has happened. And sure, we all have bad days and busy days and illnesses and injury--and not everyone could or should be perfect.
My general rules for home are:
1. Tidy as you go: this translates practically into these basic steps ~
- 3 item check (this rule just means, when you leave a room, if there's some clutter, just take 3 items with you/put 3 items away--it's amazing how just this tiny change motivates and helps)
- stage the big stuff: sometimes if I'm busy downstairs, I'll just put a few items at the base of the staircase--so the next time I need to go upstairs, it's simple, easy and ridiculous not to take these things with me. I do this all the time: stuff for garage near backdoor, etc. So simple and helpful.
- put things where they go, not on the nearest surface 'cause it's there.
2. Be Not Lazy! Being a grown up means taking responsibility for doing the un-fun things. They must be done, they are never fun--but the sooner they are dealt with, the sooner you can move onto enjoyable things.
3. Consume thoughtfully. Less stuff to deal with is less stressful. Less stress is healthy. I'm guilty of having more stuff than I need, but I strive to live more minimally and I'm very slowly getting there.
And for Dress?
When my gal and I got together, one of the things we agreed upon is that we feel we owe it to each other, to live with a certain amount of health. And this doesn't mean starving yourself for months to squeeze into a wedding gown & then the moment the pictures are taken, switch into sweats, gain 30 pounds and voila! It's the Real You. But, let's face it. I was attracted to her, and her to me, not just because of our winning personalities, similar ethical life-compasses, and similar hopes and goals. I thought she was hot. I want her to always look at me and see the young woman she fell in love with. And I know it's impossible to stay forever fit and tight and 20 (or 30, or 40, or 80). I just mean, I want her to know that I'm always going to TRY for health and happiness, for longevity--and also, for her. Because she deserves to live with someone who cares enough about themselves, to stay in the game as best their able. Plus, better attitude.
So while I may slouch around in my PJs and sweats--I also make the effort to be pulled together. I may not know if I'm going to meet my destiny, but I am going to meet my girlfriend, and that matters just as much.