A mindless post for my cheerful day
(If you are looking for some inspiration for mindful mothering, go here or here. If you want to bake something show-stopping, go here or here. But since this is my blog, I won't provide you with either. Consider yourself warned: this is a mindless post. If you want to read something mindless, continue on.)
I have a rash on my arms. A nasty, burning bright red rash.
Every time I try and wash the dishes, the water stings so much I feel like I'm going to weep.
I was pointing this out to Patrick -- dare I say, complaining? -- when he said, why not wear rubber gloves?
It hadn't occurred to me! ... And yet, something in me revolted at wearing rubber gloves to go about my daily tasks. I hate the sensation of them on my hands, and I know whenever I wear a ring with rubber gloves, they bother me all the more (and now that I am married, the ring doesn't come off... even if I wanted to take it off... chubby having-had-a-baby fingers....).
But the dishes need to get done, and Patrick needs to do schoolwork in the evenings, and work-work in the days.
So I got myself some rubber gloves. Yes, yes, I know, this is the most inane blog post ever.
I wouldn't settles for ugly yellow ones though. No way. Check out these lovelies.
Yes, they are bright pink and come with a fashionable floral cuff.
You already know about my apron obsession. It shouldn't surprise you now that I am a lover of lady-like rubber gloves. They make doing the ordinary so much more... dainty.
They are so pretty, they make me take silly portraits of myself, just to show them off to you. (Also, as an interesting side note, I took both of these photos with a rubber-gloved hand.... No easy feat.)
I have a rash on my arms. A nasty, burning bright red rash.
Every time I try and wash the dishes, the water stings so much I feel like I'm going to weep.
I was pointing this out to Patrick -- dare I say, complaining? -- when he said, why not wear rubber gloves?
It hadn't occurred to me! ... And yet, something in me revolted at wearing rubber gloves to go about my daily tasks. I hate the sensation of them on my hands, and I know whenever I wear a ring with rubber gloves, they bother me all the more (and now that I am married, the ring doesn't come off... even if I wanted to take it off... chubby having-had-a-baby fingers....).
But the dishes need to get done, and Patrick needs to do schoolwork in the evenings, and work-work in the days.
So I got myself some rubber gloves. Yes, yes, I know, this is the most inane blog post ever.
I wouldn't settles for ugly yellow ones though. No way. Check out these lovelies.
Yes, they are bright pink and come with a fashionable floral cuff.
You already know about my apron obsession. It shouldn't surprise you now that I am a lover of lady-like rubber gloves. They make doing the ordinary so much more... dainty.
They are so pretty, they make me take silly portraits of myself, just to show them off to you. (Also, as an interesting side note, I took both of these photos with a rubber-gloved hand.... No easy feat.)
You are ADORABLE. I saw what I believe may be these gloves' cousin on a recent dollar store excursion - they were purple and had a very contemporary polka-dotted cuff. I picked them up and very nearly put them in my basket, when I remembered my boring old yellow ones at home. The ones that work just fine for scrubbing floors and toilets. *sigh* Maybe they'll rip soon...
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