What sparks you?
Hello everyone! How are you are taking care of yourselves?
Today's post is about change, helping you find that spark that ignites action and the true story of Modern 1950s Housewife Jennifer.
First, let's talk about change. Do you remember reading or hearing about those stories of ordinary people doing extraordinary feats?
Do you remember the lady who lifted a car off her husband?
Or the lady who kicked a bear's ass to save her husband's life!?
What about the man who cut off his own arm to survive?
And how about that everyday Joe who saves his fellow man's life?
These kind of 'life changing' events happen everyday. They were just ordinary people, but when shit got real, SHIT GOT REAL! YOU are capable of enormous feats and change, the spark comes from action! Do and Become, it is as simple as that! Imagine SHIT JUST GOT REAL!
$#!T just got real!
How does this relate to Modern 1950s Housewife Jennifer? Turns out, life in France is expensive and simple silly things that I use to take for granted, have now become complicated. As a result, Modern 1950s Housewife Jennifer was begrudgingly born the week I arrived in France because of a dryer. Rather lack of a dryer.
Truth be told, I enjoy being a modern housewife, in fact it has elevated me. Of course, there are always pros and cons, but I find the benefits outweigh the bad, by a long shot!
THE DOWNSIDE... laundry. Stupid Laundry! I hate you.
[Quick Sidebar] When I first moved here, my husband and I stayed with my mother in law for about a month. Coming from Las Vegas to the suburbs of Bordeaux, as you can imagine, it was jarring. But I immediately knew I was completely out of my element when I inquired about the dryer. The dryer turned out to be a clothes line located in the pantry. I thought my husband was joking, sadly he wasn't. NO DRYER? Are you kidding me?!
This was something I never experienced before. In hindsight, yes, it is very dumb, but at the time I was like What the hell did I just get myself into!?
That was when SHIT GOT REAL! Everybody hates doing laundry, it takes up half of your day. THIS French washer took more than 2 hours for ONE LOAD, then I needed to line dry it! I SPENT THE WHOLE WEEK DOING LAUNDRY!
THE UPSIDE... It has been more rewarding than anticpated. I have become more creative, inventive, organic and have raised my status from Housewife to Lady of The House!
Allow me to explain:
I have recently learned to knit (not well mind you) and made a one of a kind scarf necklace!
I have made my own beauty products. My citrus toner is simply fabulous and will not break the bank! My little secret beauty potion costs me less than 15 cents per month!
I have learned to sew again. I am taking classes to learn how to restyle and tailor my clothes so they are wearable year round.
I have become a master French chef! I can whip up the best magret de canard and sweet potato french fries, served on a mushroom, onion cream sauce and topped with fresh ground pepper and salt! In less than 30 minutes - FLAT!
I have successfully hosted a traditional French dinner party setting with a flair of Texas swag. Think about that for a moment. It was all too charming. I am pleased to report that that evening and even the next day, I received glowing French accolades. I felt like the toast of the town!
I have become more active due to not owning a car. My feet or my bike (affectionately called, the Ferrari) are my main modes of transportation. This requires perfect time management. As the French say, "better to be late, than be ugly." I'm often late, but I look fabulous. This is a work in progress.
I have paid more attention to my health and foods I place in my body. Becoming active has changed my eating habits, or perhaps vice-versa.
I have lost weight. When I first arrived to France, I wore a size 46. Now I wear a 38. I can finally walk into any French store and shop. That is huge for me, because French women have the bodies of Barbies! Small and Skinny.
I am a big believer in the following clothing mantra - Use, Reuse, Recycle or Lose!
It simply means that I wear out my clothes and purchase timeless pieces that don't break the bank. In the past, I have organized a Bizarre Baazar, a clothing exchange with my friends, affectionately known as my witches.
And, after years of admiring tie dye (I LOVE IT) but being too lazy to learn how to do it. I finally learned how!
Tie dying gave me the idea of cute holiday or birthday gifts for family and friends! The most it could cost you is 20 bucks and some time.
1950s Housewife Jennifer turned out to be more of a blessing in disguise! It has made me the Lady of the House. A title I wear with pride because I have earned it. I have even noticed when the sweet husband gets a little irritated, I can win any dispute with the following declaration, "Chouchou, je suis la dame de la maison." "Sweetheart, I am the Lady of the House." I do not know WHY but it WORKS EVERYTIME! Pretty cool, huh!
But the main thing that 1950s Housewife Jennifer taught me was that when SHIT GETS REAL, SHIT GETS REAL! And, I have changed! And, that's a good thing!
The desire to change and to live a grand life is to simply take action to do so.
xoxxox -- Jenny
Bonjour et Bienvenue!
Thank you for stopping by for a spell!
I am a 40-something year old American woman. Born in Texas, raised in Las Vegas!
Frenchified for Life
is a fabulous little lifestyle blog about truly embracing French life!
My intent is to simply inspire you to create something unique and beautiful in your everyday life. The French have this wonderful and annoying habit of seeing the world through rose colored glasses, might as well learn something from them!
That said, I lift my glass to you!
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