Living simply

I work at the university.  I've worked at the university in this town for four years.  Prior to that, I worked at another university for eight years.  I'm an office girl.  My current position is in a highly professional office.  I can dress it up.  I put on my make-up every day.  I even wear mascara.  I color my hair.  When I became a Grandma I thought for about five minutes "should I let my hair go gray?"  Then I quickly thought "no!"  For now, I like to color and highlight and go red and change it up.  I always wear jewelry including necklace, earrings, watch and rings, usually on both hands. 
When I get home to our little farm, all of this changes.  I shed the jewelry.  I change into comfy clothes- often times, lounge wear a.k.a. pajamas.  As I write this I am wearing flannel pajama pants printed with dog bones, a purple v-neck t-top and over that, an old flannel c.p.o.  jacket.  On my feet I wear my pink "life is good" fleece socks and my fur lined Bear Trap clogs.  There is a frost warning tonight here in southern Indiana and I am prepared.  There is an orange cat lounging on the kitchen table behind my laptop.  (This is where my real-life friends say to themselves "note to self, don't eat anything that Cheryl prepares.")  We joke that this orange cat will die on the kitchen table.
I think people would be surprised to see how simply I live in what I consider to be my "real" life.  I eshew the dishwasher  and for the most part, the television set.  If we watch t.v., it is usually a movie on dvd.  In the summer  I like to hang the laundry out on the line to dry (love the smell when I bring the clothes in off the line) and garden.  We sit by the fire in the house by winter and in summer, have fires out back.  I love to walk my Corgi and read.  We walk the rails to trails trail or hike.  We tend to our chickens and gather eggs.  We recycle.
By a lot of people's standards we might be considered backward.  Or boring.
I tend to think this simple life is just about right.