Finding Inspiration…

I’ve been reading a fabulous blog written by a woman whom I will come right out and say makes me envious! She’s a beautiful lady, married to an incredibly sexy looking man (and obviously deeply in love), and they’ve produced a quartet of incredibly cute children. Okay, so what, right? Well, she can also cook, takes incredible pictures and writes with such a charming style it all just makes me envious, okay? Hell, I’m purely green at the moment.

In my little online ventures, I’ve run into a few women who inspire me in some way. Just pick any of the ladies over at MFFO, and take a look at HeadMutha, and I dare you to say you’re not inspired. And the group at MM, headed up by Courtney, is enough to restore anyone’s faith in womankind.

Anyway, that lady I mentioned up there? She’s been blogging the “how we met and married” story and it’s practically romance-novel material. Hell, I take that back, it IS romance-novel material! Since discovering her blog, I’ve been swept away in the romance of it all, and I am not a fan on that genre.

Any woman who reads this stuff is likely to have to start fanning herself to cool off, and it’s not explicit, it’s just… well, steamy. It’s also funny. And cute. And silly. And sweet. And… yeah.

Meanwhile, it also makes my little writer-type brain start twisting and turning and thinking, “wow! I’d love to be able to write a ‘how we met’ type story!” There’s only one problem, no amount of license, creative, editorial, artistic or otherwise, could put such a sweet-romantic spin on my own story! (Errmmm… someday, I’ll write it up and you’ll understand…)

But, I can and will, enjoy her story.

And I can and will take inspiration where I find it – as I see yet another woman online who makes me sit up and take notice, and this one also makes me dust off my cookbook project (long lying dormant under the pressures of life), pick up my camera for something other than work and recall the intricacies of f-stops and shutter speeds (which I was never very good at to begin with) and perhaps best of all, to enjoy writing…

Not every writing effort has to turn out a socially motivating post, or bring focus to a major world crisis. Sometimes, it’s just about life, and I love that even the every day can be so very beautiful!

Do these jeans make my butt look fat?

No, honey, your butt is just fat, it’s not the jeans, trust me!

No woman in her right mind should ever ask her man that question. And no man who values his masculinity would ever give that answer.

I never ask, and my honey never answers. I know I need to lose a few – read here – however, I also know that clothes can and do make the woman.

I spend a lot of time in jeans, and I really have this thing against “Mom Jeans” – those usually comfortable but terribly unflattering and downright matronly looking things that can transform even a svelte, sexy young thing into a decidedly dowdy “Mom” with the swish of a zipper. Since I already bear distinct resemblance to the quintessential suburban housewife (though I do not, and will never, sport the “Soccer Mom” ‘do!) I figure I do not need any additional help via denim.

Thus my quest for the “perfect pair of jeans” – in my world “perfect” means they are snug enough to look “tight, but either stretchy enough, or loose enough that I can still move and breathe in them, they also must not come up over my belly button, be reasonably “cool” looking, not give me the dreaded muffin top, boot cut, long enough to wear with heels (what, you thought I meant cowboy boots? C’mon! Who are you talking about here?) They must also be comfortable.

Oh, and perhaps most importantly, not make my ass look any bigger than it actually is.

And every female reading this has just fallen out of her chair, laughing her head off and gasping, between guffaws of uncontrolled hysterics, “She’s got to be kidding, right? Such jeans just do not exist in this universe!”

Well, yes, they do, and I found them.

I tend to buy ONE pair of a particular type of jeans – trying them out in real life, not just in the fitting room, until I am convinced they are worthy of wearing. Then, when I finally decide they are straight from heaven, I go to buy several pairs, usually finding they have since been discontinued, or worse, “improved” in some way that may be an improvement to somebody but certainly is not to me.

And so, ask me how thrilled I was when the pair of jeans that in the dressing room had seemed just a tad snug (read - I couldn’t breathe) after washing proved to be the epitome of perfection. Now, ask me if I’m going to quickly go buy a few more pair of them before they decide to “improve” these as well.

PS - for the record, yes, that is my butt and no there was not a gun to my head when I decided to put that shot on this blog. It just seemed the best way to illustrate my point - ample rear and all.

PPS - yes, I’ve done a few posts today - it so happens I have the time, finally, to put up some stuff I’ve been working on. It also so happens that I will likely not have the time to do so in the next couple of days. Though, I’ve got a major rant coming up about a certain household behavior!

Tune in!

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