I can't wash my dishes without gloves, because I don't like touching the caked on food, dried on coffee bits, and I especially don't like picking up the food scraps
I have to keep my house clean, otherwise I become incredibly stressed out
My closet is organized by item type: Short sleeved shirts together, long sleeved shirts together, skirts hung by length, then pants. Dresses have a separate rack and are organized by function, such as work dresses, casual dresses, etc
Getting dressed in the morning is a production, often with multiple outfits discarded till the one that "fits my mood" is found
But my weakness in the girly factor are my shoes. I love my shoes. Putting on shoes is my favorite part of getting dressed. You can take a good outfit, pair it with the right shoes, then BAM! Practically perfect in every way.
Why am I telling you this? Because I have another confession. This girly girl has discovered hiking, and I love it.
It all started when I asked my dad if he wanted to go to the park one sunny afternoon in early spring. We often take our dogs to the park together, my dad has one fur-baby, and I have two.
Those are our pups before they got groomed. Fuzzy! The little two are mine =]
When I asked my dad about going to the park, I had thought we'd stick to the nice paved trail under a canopy of trees, leisurely strolling along chatting. Boy, was I in for a surprise that day. My dad took us to a different section of the park than normal, to a trail called Cascade Falls. A dirt trail. In my nice sneakers. And my dogs, with their fuzzy, dirt attracting fur. I was not too thrilled.
I kept my not-so-happy comments to myself though, and off we set on the trail. We set a moderate pace, the goal being to exercise my pooches since they spent their day lounging around while I was at work. When we came to the first creek crossing, I thought my dogs would balk, refusing to get their precious little feet wet. Honestly, I was thinking about my precious little feet in my sneakers. Imagine my surprise when my dogs, who absolutely loathe bath time, happily splashed across the stream like they'd been trail dogs all their lives.
As we walked further on the trail, I was astounded by the beauty that I could find so close to home. I didn't realize that my home town had so much gorgeous nature to offer. Even more astounding was how much I was enjoying the walk. I used to just enjoy nature at a distance, from well manicured parks and benches. However, this walk dramatically changed my view on spending time outdoors. After climbing hills slick with the previous nights rain, and watching my dogs wade in the little streams and creeks, I fell in love with the idea of hiking.
When we got back to my husband's car, which I had borrowed for the day, the dogs were a muddy mess (I could just hear him saying "You put muddy dogs in my car?!"), but even the thought of a filthy car that I would need to clean before my husband saw it couldn't put a damper on seeing my happy, muddy dogs gratefully collapse onto the bench seat utterly exhausted from their adventure. It took some elbow grease to get those dogs (and the car!) clean, but it was well worth seeing them so happy.
I went home and raved to my husband about how wonderful it was and how much the dogs enjoyed it. He smiled indulgently at me, patiently listening to every minute detail of our "hike", but even after all this gushing I think he was still taken aback when I said I wanted to do it again. And that is exactly what we did.
This blog will follow my journey from high heels to hiking boots. I hope you enjoy reading it =]
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