DD and I have been officially living together for over a year. Unofficially out of a weeknight/weekend suitcase for almost 2 years. Since then the slow migration of my things has been steady. It started off innocently enough with the basics in clothing stuffed into some very large tupperware type standing drawers next to the antique bookcase/TV stand. Then I "cleaned" out that bookcase and put some more clothes, jewelry box, essential DVD's and my jeans. The shoes under the bed. I kept most of my real things however at the Little Trailer that could I had been living in for sometime at the Speedway. Another story for another blog. I will say though, DD loved bragging about my 2 mile long driveway and the privacy of 586 acres completely locked, dark and quiet at night. Just us and the occasional fox, raccoon or train.
Finally bought a very large nightstand to house my purses, electronics and a lamp. The large chair and a half in purple chenille was generously taken from storage and placed in the room. I had officially moved in. I came home one night after work and he had been home all day (one of the weird shifts) and had cleared out a wall, drawer and floor space in the closet for me. A very big move and made a very big statement. I'm staying.
I moved over all my dresses and a few pair of boots. I'm fond of cowboy boots for a variety of reasons. First of all because they really are very comfortable on my completely jacked up right foot. 5 pins, 4 surgeries and DD will often tease me about whether I'm actually missing a toe, have an extra one or just exactly what is going on. If he even looks down at it, I put my left foot over it. I am truly embarrassed about it and usually tape up the three right toes just to get in a shoe. Enough of that nonsense. I love the colors, He asks me if all my clothes are in the closet yet. Uh, no. Why? I have a lot. How much more? A lot. So it begins.
The clothes still aren't all in because DD is self proclaimed "gay". I mean that in the commonly accepted, although inappropriate, use as it relates to his own issues with clothing. The guy is vain and I'm good with it. Who wants to be with someone who doesn't care or try to impress you? Hewears very crazy color dress shirts. All solids in pink, lavender, mint green, turquoise - you get the idea. I think he owns 2 white shirts. As Administrative Sergeant he wore them everyday to work just to shock folks. He is a visual contradiction as some have said his face resembles Angry Bird but Angry Bird is in happy color clothing. Then of course he smiles and you've never seen a face transform so quickly. Literally twinkly eyes and a smile that can disarm a hardened criminal. So early on I decided to take a chance and get him an offbeat crazy shirt - BUGATCHI. These are spendy little items I get at the Nordstrom Rack. They sport an original price tag of anywhere from $180 to $210 a piece. They are beautiful pieces of fabric art known for the cuffs and collars having a strikingly different fabric and colors. He definitely does NOT wear them to work but does wear them every chance he gets. He is up to 11 now (you're welcome) and his space in the closet is rivaling the best of the best gay men who want options, set fashion styles and can actually wear it well.
I'm up to 25 pair of cowboy boots in all types of colors, toe shape and heel. DD tells everyone he's counted and I'm over 40 pair, well, it's just not true. Too many to actually have on the floor normal style so I put one boot shaft upside down into the other one so both toes are facing the same direction and now the space of two boots has become one. I'm still out of room and it's basically a freaking disaster in that closet. My obsession is more intrusive than his flaming selection of amazing colorful shirts that decorate the upper shirt rod. Oh, I forgot to mention it is apparently also my job to select which shirt he is to wear each time we go out. That on top of the previous blog about his need for options when we travel for 2 days and there are 4-6 Bugatchis, 10 colorful crew neck t-shirts, 6 pair of True Religion jeans and the requisite cowboy boots.
Recently at the race here in March, he climbed out of my VERY feminine car (orange convertible bug with black dots and stripes down the front hood and back trunk resembling a lady bug) in top of the line Joey True's, a Bugatchi, his boots and the sunglasses he loves to brag about - Biohazards - 12 for $36. A kid proclaims - geez, you are in $1,000 dollar outfit! Seriously dude - at a NASCAR race? They are still talking about it. Trust me, the guy can wear a pair of jeans. Topped with his shirt - I'm good.
So, discussion continues as to revamping the closet and master bath so as best accommodate his ever growing collection of shirts and my obsession with boots. What a couple of goofballs. Right now we are down to considering just getting rid of the bathtub that only houses a laundry basket and whatever my latest project is. That would add at least another 6 feet. Hmmm, I see pink boots in my future! :-)
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