My brother calls it slippage.
Our 90-year-old lady is giving sound counsel for all women, of all ages. If you are a homemaker like I am, we don't want to slip and completely frump out, even though we're home. We get dressed up to go to church because it shows reverence to the Lord eh? My church is pretty cazh but even so, people spruce up some, out of respect for the house of God. I mean we wear our nice flip flops okay?
I think we should show the same respect in our own homes. This is our job, this is our vocation, this is our life's work. I don't bust out the taffeta or panty hose on a daily basis. Never actually. I love jeans and a random solid colored shirt. Dark so the toddler spaghetti sauce kisses don't show. That's my mommy uniform. But if I stick a scarf with that, or a necklace, or get a little zany with a belt or sash or something, and yes fix my hair as I have thoroughly covered in previous blogs, then it helps me feel like I'm doing something worthwhile each day.
I give myself a little fashion statement or some bling. It's always a very cheap fashion statement so that when my toddler wipes her nose on it or pulls on it and it breaks, it's no big deal. And I keep it to one accessory so we are understated because otherwise, as my Mom says, we end up looking like a Christmas tree.
When I pull weeds in the yard or run the sprinklers outside, I do it in the early morning while I'm still wearing my grunge exercise clothes. Then I get cleaned up and try to stay that way the rest of the day. We have hard work to do around our homes throughout the day such as scrubbing and grease-splattering and for that I suggest we could get a little 1950s jiggy with it. Enter the apron.
You might have noticed that, in last week's blog, I talked about the importance of not having our entire lives revolve around the way our selves and homes look, to the point where we neglect the spiritual. And to that I would reply, man y'all are keeping me on my toes. Glad you noticed. This week I am pointing out that we ladies need to not go too far the other way and neglect the pretty factor completely.
It's the heart of the thing. We don't obsess over our looks because of vanity, pride or competition. Rather, we are striving for excellence to honor the Lord.
I'm intentional about the way I look because I've got something special to do that day. Namely, number one: do whatever I can to make my husband happy, and dudes are visual after all so we need to try to look nice for our husbands. I don't fight with this long bushy hair cause it's fun. I'm keeping myself attractive for my man. And number two: I am creating productive, God-fearing future men and women out of these youngin's. That's a serious job to look sparkly for.