Yesterday I wore a shift. A house dress. Something my grandmothers wore back in their days of cooking and cleaning and tending their respective farms. However, they usually had an apron as additional adornment, and I did not.
It was my throwback day for sure, as I did five loads of laundry beginning early, planted my flower pots, mowed the property (with only one drip line casualty!) and cleaned the bathrooms, all in my flouncy frock. The only thing I didn’t do was bake bread.
This really isn’t an uncommon phenomenon. I tend to do most of the mowing and lawn care in a skirt or dress. A quirk of nature? Probably the fact that I really only have two pair of shorts – thus the need for the laundry day.
My “Inner Grandma” is thriving, and I am grateful for those wonderful models in my life. Heading out to channel some more ancestors.
