It’s not like I go shopping all that often. Or really, almost at all. Once or twice a year, I’ll get the Kids new jeans and shoes, and somehow the rest just happens. But shopping is not something I do particularly often, or particularly well. And shopping with Husband? Is a thing of beauty, mostly for its infrequency.
He’s actually a good shopper. He has patience, for a while. He generally knows exactly what he wants. (And then maybe he finds it and buys it twice. Or three times. Maybe…) He’s got an artist’s eye, and can tell me if he thinks something looks good.
But know what looks good to him? Synthetics.
Husband loves fleece.
I love cotton.
He loves fleece so much that I wonder if he really knows that he’s wearing someone’s recycled plastic beverage bottles. I’m not telling him. It might burst the bubble. But as we were at the Columbia store this weekend, looking for a sweatshirt, he tried on seventeen (or so) things, and I didn’t even find one single thing that I wanted to put my arms into. I certainly found things I wanted to pet. And pet I did. Mmm. Soft. But not particularly wearable (for me).
I want cotton. I want a sweater. Or a thick, heavy hoodie. Or another sweater. With a cotton T-shirt under it.
Snuggling on the couch, I want my red cotton woven blanket – the one that plays a little pink these days. (*Disclaimer: I just got the softest, most pettable white fleece blanket from my sweet SIL for my birthday. It is so awesome. It is called the Baby Seal, and everyone in the house covets it. It lives on my bed and I will not share. Because I don’t want to ever have to wash away its perfection.)
And please, for the love of all that is holy, will someone tell towel manufacturers that we hate fleece towels? Why, why, why would anyone want to get out of the shower and wrap up in a water-resistant towel? I understand softness. I do. But a towel should be absorbant. Is this so much to ask? Cotton towels. Big ones. And we can learn to dry them on low heat. We can. If we do this, they will stay soft longer. And they will still be made of cotton.
Cotton yoga pants. Jeans made of denim (no thank you to spandex). T-shirts. Lots and lots of T-shirts. Good old-fashioned cotton hoodies. And sweaters.
This is the fabric of my life.
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Cotton yoga pants. All day everyday. If only it was more socially acceptable…
I’ve had my blanket of choice since I was 18 years old. It is dying a slow death, and is at my parents’ hopefully being repaired. I literally cried a few days ago because I didn’t have my favorite blanket and I NEEDED it. (Ok, fine. I might be a little pregnant and hormonal too.)
Cotton yoga pants. All day everyday. If only it was more socially acceptable…
I’ve had my blanket of choice since I was 18 years old. It is dying a slow death, and is at my parents’ hopefully being repaired. I literally cried a few days ago because I didn’t have my favorite blanket and I NEEDED it. (Ok, fine. I might be a little pregnant and hormonal too.)
That towel thing is a big fettish of mine. I can’t stand me a non-absorbant towel. I’m a jeans and cotton shirt kind of girl too.
That towel thing is a big fettish of mine. I can’t stand me a non-absorbant towel. I’m a jeans and cotton shirt kind of girl too.
100% with you on the towels! What’s the point of a non-drying towel. It just feels…wrong. Oh cotton, how I adore thee!
100% with you on the towels! What’s the point of a non-drying towel. It just feels…wrong. Oh cotton, how I adore thee!
Yeah, fleece feels weird to me after a few washings. Viva la cotton!
Yeah, fleece feels weird to me after a few washings. Viva la cotton!
I’m so like you in the rare shopping expeditions. Thankfully Paul is allergic to anything besides cotton. Yet, the man will question me buying another hoodie. “Do you really need another one?” He’ll ask. Why yes, yes I do. I love layering, the ability to wear t-shirts in the middle of winter thanks to a hoodie or sweater. Add destroyed jeans and a pair of converse and I’m in my comfort zone.
To date the best places for clothing is American Eagle or Gap. My two favorite haunts. (Hugs)Indigo
I’m so like you in the rare shopping expeditions. Thankfully Paul is allergic to anything besides cotton. Yet, the man will question me buying another hoodie. “Do you really need another one?” He’ll ask. Why yes, yes I do. I love layering, the ability to wear t-shirts in the middle of winter thanks to a hoodie or sweater. Add destroyed jeans and a pair of converse and I’m in my comfort zone.
To date the best places for clothing is American Eagle or Gap. My two favorite haunts. (Hugs)Indigo
Hello, I really enjoyed this post of yours! There is something
about the chill in the air during the Fall and knowing that
Winter is on its’ way. From the time we are born, I feel there
is something special about blankets and comfort that never
leaves us.
Many thanks, Cindi
Hello, I really enjoyed this post of yours! There is something
about the chill in the air during the Fall and knowing that
Winter is on its’ way. From the time we are born, I feel there
is something special about blankets and comfort that never
leaves us.
Many thanks, Cindi