As a precursor, let's just say I haven't changed my hair or clothing or shoe style since forever. I dress preppy, I have conservative shoes, and I rarely go to the hairdresesr.
Streats, my co-worker, gave me some blunt honest criticism last Friday.
"You dress dumpy, your clothes have no color or flair, and long hair does nothing for you, doesn't flatter you, and makes you look older than you are."
"Anything else?" I like punishment.
"Yeah, update your shoes. Spend some money on yourself, girl! You work, reward yourself."
She wasn't being mean. Streats is a good person and very classy. I was asking her what I could do to ... improve myself.
The start of all of that was me sitting at my desk wearing my new glasses and feeling ... off. I bought these new stylish eyeglasses and I felt like I looked silly.
Last year, in Florida, at the Hard Rock Cafe in Orlando, I bought a t-shirt. I ladies t-shirt. I never owned a ladies style cut form-fitting t-shirt. All of mine are unisex.
I liked it. As weird as this sounds (for me), I liked seeing a shape under my clothes.
I never feel like that towards myself, except for lately.
Middle age? Or just wanting to feel different? I don't know. I love my life. I love my husband. I love my child. I love my family. I do everything for them.
But I forgot about me.
I cut my hair.
And got highlights.
For me, that's unusual.
I even told my hairdresser, "I want a style that's not so conservative. I want ... sassy!"
I hate that word. Yet, I used it. And I liked it.
Geo looked at my hair when he got home tonight.
"You've got bengal stripes on your head."
Then he gave me a kiss.
"I like it. You look good."
That's better ... much better.