About the Title

The Forward

One day I would just love to write a book (hence my snazzy little section titles to this post).  I'm not even sure yet what it would be about, but I would just love to do it.  I have loved writing and reading since I was a little girl and always feel like I have so dang much to say.  It seems like a natural next step.  That's why blogging has been such an outlet for me as I have grown as a woman.  I can talk and talk wether I have an audinnce of 1 or 1 million.  I don't care......it's just a chance to talk out all of these things I've got flying around in my brain.  And for a few years I have been thinking about this book, and what it would be about (still no idea......) along with what I would call it.  What would be best title be, something that gives whoever might read it a little glimpse of my personality, my humor, and my philosophy on life.  (Now it may seem like I'm switching gears here, but I'm not.  Just bare with me.)

The Chapters

I have always been a girl who just loves comfy clothes.  My holy goodness do I love me some old ratty LL Bean moccasins, sweatpants, and soft, broken in, 15 year old long sleeved t-shirts.  If you stop by my house on any given day, at any given time, I will be scrubbed out.  And, chances are, I will offer you some of my comfy attire so you can wear the same uniform as me.  I mean I don't want to be sitting here all relaxed while you're still crammed into your skinnies.  It just doesn't seem fair.  Since I was just an embryo, as long as I was home I was in sweats.  I'm with the people who know and love me the best, just for who I am.  So why do I need to live a June Cleaver kinda life?  Why would I need to dress sexy at my own house?  Why would the clothes I wear at home need to fit well and be flattering?  They don't  They just don't.  I'll dress up and be all girly for work or to go out, but when I'm at home I don the uniform of comfort.  

The Afterward

One morning after my most recent surgery I was in the bathroom about to get ready for the day.  My sister was about to stop by, so I told her that I was going to take a quick shower and put on fresh jammies and I would be ready.  After I typed those words to text to her, I looked at them for a long second and smiled.  Fresh jammies. That is how I spend my life, back and forth between the cuteness of being in public and the comfort of being at home.  So that, most certainly, will be the title of my book.  My Life in Fresh Jammies.  Seeing as right now I just have this blog and no book, my blog gets to carry the name of the book that I may someday write.