Archives for September 2010

Monday Dare: I like you. I will wear new socks.

Every Monday, I’m picking from the List of Things to Try, Places to Go, Possible Acts that Help and Possible Fun to Have. It’s a list I made before The Project started and I’m still adding to it. If you have suggestions, please, feel free to throw them my way. I’m calling the list my Monday Dares, as I get overwhelmed just looking at the words “challenge” or “goal.”

This week: I will stop saving my stuff.

You can relate? So, if you invited me to peek inside your sock drawer, you’d still have socks with the paper wrapper intact, waiting for a special occasion to make their appearance?

Maybe it’s not socks. A special bra, perhaps? Shoes with leather like butter you can’t bear to wear outside because even your fingernails scratch its soft sole? A t-shirt from that time in 2007 when you signed up for a magazine? I understand. Yes, yes, yes, I understand.

I’m on this project because I love to shop. And, it’s safe to assume that all the shopping leads to accumulation. All this accumulation leads to…(still) wearing the same three pairs of jeans, sporting a pair of gladiator sandals I got in the last state I called home, and washing the same handful of ratty shirts. Every morning, when it’s time to get dressed, I pause at all the beautiful things and the things I haven’t enjoyed, but then I continue on to that little section in the closet with all the well-worn goods. I make excuses for why I can’t wear that impossibly fragile shirt in the middle of the day. Or, why it’s a shame to break in a perfectly new pair of shoes just to get a box of sandwich bags.

I once told a friend that it was obvious how much I enjoyed his company because I wore a brand new pair of socks to have dinner with him.

This week, I’m busting it out. I will change five times a day if I so desire. Tulle in the morning, sequins at noon, that new pair of underwear still in its box at half-past four. Maybe it won’t be so extreme. It could just end up being that t-shirt with the picture of J.R. Ewing on the front I’ve been saving since the beginning of the summer.

Except for that time you elbowed me in the face

Ask any one of my friends to list a few of my skills, and after thinking for a few silent minutes, they might name a few, but man-picking and cooking won’t make the list. Thankfully, we can skip discussion over the latter today, but we should discuss the former, since it’s my anniversary.

We’ve been married three years. We’ve been together three years and eighteen days. The math breaks down pretty easily on this one. There are no number to carry over to the next column and there aren’t any numbers exceeding double digits.

3-the number of years we’ve been husband and wife
8-the number of DAYS we spent as boyfriend and girlfriend
10-the number of DAYS as fiance and fiance

This could easily have been a funny story about that one time I started dating a guy, got married in Vegas, and got it annulled, all in the span of three weeks. The only thing that’s kept that story from becoming a reality is that for once in my entire dating career, my man-picking skills manned up. That and the small fact that my husband is a good man, a great friend and a fantastic partner (except for that time he elbowed me in the face while I was sleeping). I’ll write that in small print in his Hallmark card today, but I don’t like to say it out loud too often (just kidding, I tell him every day that I’m a lucky gal).

One of my goals this year is to outwardly show my appreciation. Harv regularly does the dishes, without any nagging on my part. I usually mutter under my breath, “Thank God this one isn’t a loser,” but I rarely stop to thank him out loud. He’s my Holy Trinity of Relationship Success- I like him, I love him and I’m in love with him. I hope he knows that.