Sunday, 2 March 2008
All by myself
I'm by myself at home on a weekend day! I don't even remember the last time that this has happened. My husband left at 7:00 for work and I have mixed feelings about the day. At first, I believed that it would be super fun to have a girly day: a chick flick, a wardrobe remix (winter vs spring clothes), a little bit of crafts (a yoga bag) and a cup of tea with my very first japanese magazine (cotton friend). In other words, a girl dream! Well, feminists will burn bras in front of my apartment because it seems that I'm slightly dependant of my husband. Not that I can't do anything by myself. I even had a very good time today. It's just that I missed him sitting next to me (playing games on his laptop) when I watched the film, his comments when I came out of the walk-in closet with a new outfit, his blown kisses from accross the room when I crafted and his “interest” (lets not kid ourself) in craft/fashion when I looked at the magazine. Am I a bad wife if I enjoyed my quiet little day alone? Nah, I don't think so! It just means that I love him but that I still need some girly time for myself. Anyway, he can't handle that much: Honey, look at that japanese skirt! Honey, do you think she is a good actress? Honey, do I look boring in that outfit?.......for an entire day!