I raised my daughters in fixer upper conditions. They had school clothes, play clothes, ‘Sunday-Go-To-Meeting’ clothes, and ‘Paint Clothes’. Paint clothes were old, ragged or stained clothing in which we could garden, woodwork or paint pictures or houses without a care we might ruin them. I nearly live in paint clothes now. I still get moderately gussied up for gatherings and doctor appointments, but mostly … Continue reading Paint Clothes