Today is starting off pretty well. I only poked myself in the eye once with my mascara brush and my hair looked fabulous for about 10 minutes this morning. It was blown out and curled (we’ll ignore the 1 and half inch roots). I’ve been growing my hair out for what seems like 25 years and I must say I am enjoying it. However, my baby fine hair and so called good hair days don’t mesh well. Add in the buckets o’ rain and the 150% humidity that I faced as soon as I opened the door this morning and 0.5 seconds later, my fabulous hair was dead. It has now assumed the standard ponytail position. A favorite among fine hair owners.
I had a meeting today, so I am dressed a little (ok, a lot) better than usual. I do not claim to be stylish by any means. I have a very small clothes budget, so most of my clothes are either years old, and probably out of style or not quite the right size. In the past 5 years I have had 2 children. I have been heavy, in shape, back to semi heavy, and now almost back into shape. I despise things that are too tight. So I have a pile of pants that I hope one day I will get back into comfortably, without having to pull fabric out of my ass all day; about 2 pairs of pants that fit the way I like, and a pile of pants that are too big and sag everywhere, but I wear anyway, because I’m in the “I really don’t care” stage of my life. Ok, so I really do care, but I don’t really have the means to fix the problem. Seriously, I need a full wardrobe overhaul. Everyday I expect “What Not to Wear” to jump out of the bushes and be like “no she didn’t”. So until that happens or I win the lottery, I will continue to wear the same 3 outfits that look good and the 7 that don’t. Oh, and I can’t forget to mention my “meeting suit”, yes the one suit I have that fits and gets worn to almost every meeting I attend. Today, I spiced it up a bit and left the suit at home. In exchange I wore semi-stylish pants that fit and the newest top to enter my wardrobe. Maybe this is a sign of progress. I’ve always wanted to be stylish, but I never quite got there. For those of you who actually put effort into how you look, I applaud you. Seriously, I can’t even imagine how much time, effort, and money it takes to look that good. I’m tired just thinking about it and maybe a little bit jealous. Maybe.