“Designer Aga Brzostek took the Snuggie one step further to create the Autumn/Winter Chair, a.k.a. a giant foam chair with a blanket attached. Has she gone too far?”
This was the title of a “Gizmodo” article my husband subscribes too. It’s a tech blog and he could not wait to show me this “get up.” He knows me better than myself. To be completely honest the moment I saw that chair, I have been in love ever since. I mean it – LOVE! Is there something wrong with me? Then I begin to wonder when it all began to change…you know….seeing myself as that “cool chic” to just a tired woman wrapped up in a warm, cozy (did I mention “cozy”) recliner? I knew something was wrong after I started having those weird desires to continue wearing maternity pants long after I had given birth to my twin boys. After all, who would know? I wanted comfort! Is that so wrong? Have I lost my “Cool factor?”
I have noticed the older I get the more I appreciate things like an extra jacket to carry in the restaurant, tennis shoes rather than high heels, warm socks when I sleep and provisions in my purse for a possible downpour of tears which would insure an onslaught of nasty “snotting.” I can’t have that.
I’ve decided I’m turning into my grandmother but I’m still very young. Right? The only exception is I haven’t starting carrying “Juicy Fruit” gum in my purse to hand out to all the bored children down the church pew. It isn’t because I haven’t considered it. If I was able to control my “smacking” while I chewed, then I probably would carry “Juicy Fruit” gum in my purse. Yet, I’m certain to always have cough drops on hand! Why? It isn’t as though I’m fighting a constant bronchial infection. Yet, there they are. My grandmother always had cough drops too.
What is going on? When did the thoughts of tears, snot, coughing and warmth become a priority in my life? I don’t think this seems “Cool.” Gosh – I remember when I first started my career I used to wear 2 to 3 inch heels every single day to work. I used to run through the office like a marathon runner in those shoes just to grab the phone in time. What I carried in my purse had nothing to do with warmth or controlling a cough. My purse was an oasis of beauty supplies! It was like “Tammy Faye Baker” on crack. Whatever the situation, I had a different color lipstick/gloss, thickness of mascara and powder whether for evening wear or day. There was nothing in my purse that could have effectively helped in a power outage, no pocket knife or cute little flashlight. Nor did I carry around transformers to entertain little boys.
Where Can I currently purchase this book?
Journal of a Sinner, Listening for that Still Small Voice
ISBN-10: 1498413064, ISBN-13: 978-1498413060
- Online Retailers: Amazon/Barnes & Nobles, ebook readers like: Kindle, Nook
- Ask your local LifeWay to order it for you
- xulonpress.com/bookstore/Journal of a Sinner, Listening for that Still Small Voice
- Contact Author (Website: Kimberlykmoon.com)