This afternoon, my husband was very commendably having a clear out. This is a necessary evil as we will be putting our house on the market in a few weeks.
As he was putting some clothes aside to go to the charity shop, hubby dug out a jumper of mine. It’s a grey jumper that came from a charity shop a few years ago. Admittedly, it’s nothing special. In fact, it’s safe to say that it’s seen better days.
Hubby insisted that the jumper had to go. In fact, he went as far as buying me another couple of jumpers (from the charity shop, I’m not into buying things new because I am concerned about the way things are made).
The new jumpers are lovely, and I am grateful to him. But here’s the thing;
Hubby is firmly of the opinion that wearing a nice jumper is going to change my life. He genuinely seems to believe that I will instantly become more confident, happier about my appearance and start skipping along full of the joys of life.
Now, don’t get me wrong I’m not unhappy. And actually, I’m a fairly confident person. But I do look like crap – always.
That’s not because I wear a jumper that happens to be rather old and grey. It’s because I don’t have time to look nice.
It’s because I’m looking after two children, two dogs, one cat, three freelance jobs, one blog and I’m starting a new business.
It’s because this morning, I never even got around to brushing my teeth. I did, however, brush my hair for the first time in several days. Which I see as a positive.
Buying a new jumper isn’t going to make me look or indeed feel any better, grateful though I am for the sentiment.
What I really need is at least two hours a day, five times a week to exercise. I need unlimited funds and a whole day to bin ALL of my clothes and start again.
I need a few hours to get my hair cut and half an hour every morning to shave my legs, pluck my eyebrows, brush my hair and teeth and put some makeup on.
Once that’s all done, I need about a week to completely de-clutter the house, clean it from top to bottom and put a new carpet on the stairs.
I’d then like another week to put a new bathroom in (this is being done next week anyway) and fit a new kitchen and a whole new floor upstairs and downstairs. Of course, all this will also require an endless supply of money.
When that’s done, I’d like about three days to sort out the garden. Then the house will be immaculate inside and out, but I’ll probably need a manicure.
While I’m at it, I’d rather like to exfoliate and perhaps spend a bit of time in my newly beautiful garden sunbathing. I’ll probably buy a hammock for the occasion.
And after all that?
I’ll still be me, nothing will have changed.
So nice though it would be to treat myself to all of the above, I think I will continue to use my time for more worthy causes like making sure both of my children survive each day.
With the greatest respect Mr Shakespeare, the clothes might make the man, but they certainly don’t make the woman.
I am who I am, with or without a rubbish jumper.