My friend, Lindsey, has the perfect phrase for every occassion. My favorite LINDSEY PHRASE is “fake house.” Whenever company is coming over she says, “It time to put on the fake house.”
We all know what that means.
Hide the stacks of books.
Vacuum.
Clean the dog’s noseprints off the front door.
But I don’t just put on a fake house, I also wear my fake outfit. Guests of the Osburne House don’t see me in my old jeans, workout clothes, or PJs, but that is what I wear most of the time. Home is very casual and laid back. It’s where we relax and unwind, but is it too casual?
Even as I write this, I am sitting on my couch in pajama pants and a Peachtree Road Race t-shirt. My hair is falling out of it’s ponytail holder, and a bag of stale chips rest beside me. Clay is leaning back in the relciner, wearing a shirt that reads, “East Cobb Football Camp, 1988.” From across the room, I can see his chest hair poking out of the holes in the shirt.
I am sure many of you have read the article below. It was allegedly published by Good Housekeeping in 1955. Although the debate continue as to its validity, my grandmothers swear they followed these rules. Check it out.
Although I love to relax at home, this summer, I am trying something new. I am going to try to emulate this woman… except for the crazy remarks about staying in my place, obviously. I am attempting to embody the woman who looks good when her husband comes home, who wears heals and pearls, who gasps at the thought of lipstickless lips or girdleless hips.
This is going to be a new experience for me.