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Friday, 8 August 2014

House is a home

Hello there!

I've been slacking lately, and somewhat neglecting this blog of mine. I have to apologize for that, I do have a good reason for that: I am happy. :)

I have found a wonderful quote from Emily Post.
She wrote about our "habits in habitat" - or: how we gradualy seem to forget that, even when we're not expecting visitors, we should be at our best at our lovely home. 

How many times has one heard some one say: "I won't dress for dinner—no one is coming in." Or, "That old dress will do!" Old clothes! No manners! And what is the result? One wife more wonders why her husband neglects her! Curious how the habit of careless manners and the habit of old clothes go together. If you doubt it, put the question to yourself: "Who could possibly have the manners of a queen in a gray flannel wrapper?" And how many women really lovely and good—especially good—commit esthetic suicide by letting themselves slide down to where they "feel natural" in an old gray flannel wrapper, not only actually but mentally.

Now, let me take you to another adorable house:


Dutch Colonial homes, a subtype of the Colonial Revival, were enormously popular with buyers who wanted a more traditional home. Generally symmetrical, the Dutch Colonial typically had a gambrel roof and dormers to extend the ceiling height of rooms on the second floor.

I've read that quote over and over. You know, she was quite right: that is exactly what we do when we get inside our home. We strip ourselves from our daily work clothes and "slip into something comfortable" (most of the times, that "comforable clothes" consists of a shirt with a silly logo and a pair of old trainers). We let ourselves go, because we're tired, because it's been a long day, because it's our home and there's "no one to see us", right? 
Naturaly, the days at work are hard; often I work overtime. I feel the stress, I listen to so many complaints coming from people, I write documents, spend coutles hours on a telephone, run from one place to another; so when I come home I'm tired. I admit that. And, old trainers are not only comfortable, they are "comforting" in a way. I admit that, too.

I've given thought to what Emily wrote, and had an idea: but, what if someone do comes?! What would he (yes, it's a "him" im my case) think of me - that I'm disregarding myself, most probably (wearing my hair ridiculously pinned up in a queer and funny hairdo) :)
Old trainers are for paint-jobs, and muddy gardening.
Old shirts (some of them with truly awkward logos) are not to be worn, unless I'm fighting dust.
..and I really should do something about my at-home hairstyle.

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