tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059935180600513762.post3177884730569115942..comments2024-02-14T20:37:40.921-05:00Comments on 500 Dollar Tomato: Whatever Happened To The Housecoat?Tamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06597093453934852571noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059935180600513762.post-50630255895038135932015-07-13T22:22:37.491-04:002015-07-13T22:22:37.491-04:00Housecoat. Same thing as a moo-moo, right?
Cindy
...Housecoat. Same thing as a moo-moo, right?<br />Cindy<br />http://countrycitycindy.blogspot.com/CountryCityCindyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01411409651810695904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059935180600513762.post-52901854405583942072013-06-30T06:32:21.789-04:002013-06-30T06:32:21.789-04:00During Santa painting season, I am so weird, I wea...During Santa painting season, I am so weird, I wear my clothes inside out to protect them. Most of the time the paint will only penetrate the top layer of threads. I don't know why I do that. They are old clothes.<br /><br />The last time my son was coming home on leave. He called the house when he was about 7 minutes away from home and gave me a heads up that one of the other people in his flight had ridden with him on their way back to home to Chicago. It was right before Christmas and I had a hundred projects going at once, plus Santa painting, and my weekly microwaving of my cauliflower, broccoli, and Brussels sprouts. I picked up and tossed everything into hiding places and even had time to brush my hair. Unfortunately, the house smelled really bad from the vegetable-cooking fest and there wasn't much I could do about that.<br /><br />I barely had the few things I could get done finished, when my son and his passenger walked into the house. She was a female. I wasn't sure but what there may have been a romantic interest with them. Anyway, I greeted them at the door and my son went in the other room for a few minutes. As I was sitting there talking to the young lady, I looked down and there I was wearing my blouse and pants inside out. I stammered an explanation for the clothes situation, and why I was cooking so many stinking things that day. She was so sweet, but I am sure she thought I was to put it kindly, more than a little eccentric.<br /><br />I chuckled while reading about housecoats. I am always so hot these days, just the "coat" part of housecoat makes me hot to even think of. Most days I find even wearing a necklace seems to make me feel hotter. I remember, as a teenager, laughing at my mom because she used to exercise in her underwear. I thought that was just a hoot. Now I know exactly what was going on with her. I am sure she is up in heaven laughing at me now every time I start tearing my clothes off in a hot fit.susie @ persimmon moon cottagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01653330247272673990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059935180600513762.post-61072211433118785182013-06-29T18:39:35.622-04:002013-06-29T18:39:35.622-04:00That's why I like aprons so much. The pockets...That's why I like aprons so much. The pockets are so handy. I think we should bring the housecoat back! (Maybe spruce it up just a bit.)<br /><br />Enjoy dressing up...daisy ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06129079277073067462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059935180600513762.post-52988330459974410182013-06-29T14:55:37.341-04:002013-06-29T14:55:37.341-04:00Quote: "Did they wear them because it was com...Quote: "Did they wear them because it was comfy? Because they were hot and sweaty? Because they too didn't want the service guy to see them in their underwear"?<br /><br />YES :-) lol<br /><br />As to the what to wear to 'events' I'll admit to you (but deny otherwise, lol) that I'm unsure what unsettles me more - the fact I've little that's even quasi-fashion-current in my closet or that what may pass as acceptable seldom will fit! (and I'm not talkin' tight, I'm talkin' wont zip! roflmao) aarrggghhhh<br /><br />I finally evolved a solution that works for me. I have one designated outfit (dress or suit) for happy events and one for somber/serious events. I try each on at the outset of the appropriate season and replace it if it (oh how depressing) doesn't fit.<br />Or after I've had it a few years, whichever comes first. No choice I admit but my frequency of events is also low. And I love the no or fuss or muss. And best of all for the last few years it's spared me from screaming "oh sh*t!" in front of the mirror the day before or day of the event (where I must pretend well-dressed-ness-is-part-of-my-life) :-) <br /><br />I couldn't agree more - no matter what age or phase of life, women never seem to stop giving each other the visual once-over scan and the following expression of approval or disdain. While I care little about approval of style or accessory match I do feel very uneasy when I'm wearing something I dislike or an outfit that fits me badly (read: I have poured myself into).<br /><br />Much like you, it's uber casual for me all day everyday, especially on the farm. Thank goodness I CAN'T find housecoats in the stores as I'd probably be tempted to be in one way too often, lol<br /><br />Great post as always!<br />Issy<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Woman Seeking Centerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14940928888290866843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059935180600513762.post-25508067583939791782013-06-29T13:01:13.268-04:002013-06-29T13:01:13.268-04:00The last time I regularly saw house coats was when...The last time I regularly saw house coats was when I went to my Great Aunt's house in the Polish neighborhood in Chicago about 8 years ago. Lots of older ladies in their 70's to upper 80's in those big, loose, snap up floral house coats. And to my horror, I found out that most of them didn't bother wearing undergarments. Ask me how I know this.Carolynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14436557172029575513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059935180600513762.post-38164535389643450832013-06-29T11:26:07.688-04:002013-06-29T11:26:07.688-04:00I know what you're talking about! I need one o...I know what you're talking about! I need one of them. And I haven't dressed up in years either. I would love a makeover, but would go right back to how I looked before right away. I love wearing my dirty farm clothes more than anything else. I feel more comfortable in them. And boots too. Krishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01754379649711551718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059935180600513762.post-66503111786103015152013-06-29T09:48:49.800-04:002013-06-29T09:48:49.800-04:00Last wedding? Kristen's 3 years ago? Housecoat...Last wedding? Kristen's 3 years ago? Housecoat I have 3 one long fleesie from WM, on BIG T- shirt from Goodwill, and one dress length tank-top.Donna Hufferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09126021800720239737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059935180600513762.post-55506611780744126182013-06-29T09:01:48.947-04:002013-06-29T09:01:48.947-04:00I'm the WORST when it comes to how I look arou...I'm the WORST when it comes to how I look around home. Even more so in the summer when I'm up to my wazoo in garden dirt most of the time. And the last time I wore a dress and heels? Good grief, it was 2000. Seriously. Seems lately I've been thinking a lot back to those long ago years when my job outside the home required me to wear a dress and heels every day. (Oh yeah, and those dreaded panty hose, too. Ugh.) That was when I looked slightly (only slightly) glamorous and classy on a regular basis. If I had to dress for your upcoming wedding event, I know it would be in something loose and comfortable . . . while hoping the other wedding attendees didn't think it was my housecoat.Mama Peahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03649357184167949247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059935180600513762.post-46916978774255751962013-06-29T08:49:28.201-04:002013-06-29T08:49:28.201-04:00My mom still wears them. The exact type you descr...My mom still wears them. The exact type you describe, but I can't remember where she orders them from. It's a popular catalog, but the name escapes me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com