Ladies & Gentlemen (seriously, I know at least three dudes read this:)
I have an important announcement to make.
I do not like getting up and going to work at 6:30am in the morning on Sundays.
Having just gone into the restroom (and thusly gazed in the mirror for the first time this morning,) I found myself looking like I’d just crawled out of bed after a three-day bender. My shift is nearly half-over, and I’ve been running around and speaking to people as if I didn’t look like a heroin addict. My co-workers are such kind young men not to look at me like as if I were the crazy older lady I actually am. They don’t make conspicuous, amazed glances at my bangs standing on end or matted to my head as we have conversations.They don’t even make surreptitious glances, at least not that I’ve caught.
I believe I’ve let my times at the wolf sanctuary and at the alpaca ranch, the times when I wore Carhatts and ballcaps all day, the times when make-up was not only not required but mock-worthy, the times when it was not unusual to have several different animal bodily fluids caked on my person all at once, the time when how I looked was the least of my concerns… go a bit too far. Perhaps it is time for me to rejoin polite society and wear a little lipstick now and then.
Not ever having been a girly-girl, I’m still not good at The Girly Stuff. The make-up. The clothing. The daintiness. The sewing. The shoes. All of it is somewhat of a mystery. But I’m plumbing new depths lately, dammit, as I stumble headlong into middle-age (SHRIEK!) and it’s a route I’ve only cursorily perused – Once, for nearly a year, I dressed up and did heat-related things to my hair a few times a week. I wore mascara and eyeliner daily! Never really got the hang of it.
I’ll ponder this grave decision and see what I come up with.
That is all, carry on.