Okay, I am back.
Not much left to go and I don't want to boor everyone anymore than I already have.
Average day I take an hour to get ready. No idea why it takes that long to be honest, brush the fangs is what, 2 minutes? I only wash my hair every 4 days and shave my legs about the same. Mr The Cat will knock stuff off of the vanity sometimes or get into my dressing room closet and I chase him out so he doesn't get hair all over the bottom of my dresses or the skirts I hang on the lower level. I am never in much of a hurry but it seems like it should take me less time.
I usually know what I am going to wear and it can go pretty quick, but sometimes I get overruled and I have to go to plan b, which I don't have. Dresses are easy in the summer, summer is just easier all around, winter is more difficult to put things together that look great. For example, plaid, navy cowgirl top or pink, purplely, baby blue girly flannel? Buttoned all the way up or halfway up with a lacy white cami underneath? Jeans, leggings with bobos maybe converse or denim or white skirt with boots? That is just two out of maybe twenty top choices to plan around. Then we have dresses. I love wearing a darker mid length summer dress in the winter but then I have to chose the right tights and maybe a long sleeve tee to go under or a shawl to go over. Sweater dress with knee high boots or tights.
I am pretty plain and I don't wear makeup. I love my hair but if I want to stand out I have to dress well. I will admit I really enjoy it and I wish that I had more money to spend. I have take less expensive clothes and make them look good, it's fun.
In a way it is a pain. I have to consider my boyfriend's and friend's feelings. My boyfriend just laughs anymore if a younger guy gets all flustered and stammers around me, or a girl of any age. Had a girl at a gallery opening that was never more than four feet from my elbow, she even pulled out my chair for me at the reception. I have gotten used to women pulling out my chair, guess that it is part of being a woman, but she was young and pretty and I do not look like a matronly granny that needs help. Anyway, he laughs about that but he hates when thirty and up guys pay attention to me. It tears me up but I don't know what to do about it anymore. Seriously, is a knee length black and white striped, short sleeved knit dress with black sandals that everything together cost under thirty five dollars being overdressed or sleazy? It's not, I know it's not, my friends would never let me get away with that, but after practically sleeping through a thirty minute conversation he had with a fat cat over a commissioned piece the guy holds my hand after shaking it and said, Please come with him when he delivers it, I would love to see you again. Really? Is long curly hair enough to make a mans brains leak out of his ears? Or the dress? Days I had to Live with with an angry badger because of that. I do like looking the best that I can but sometimes it bites me. I have a mirror, I know that I am not pretty, people are just plain weird. Yet I like the attention as long as it doesn't get too close. I am a mess huh?
Strayed there a little, sorry. Something that has been on my mind lately, I have stopped worrying about the looks and started to enjoy them but I still have problems.
What we wear can make all the difference in the world so yeah, I spend more time than I should thinking about it. Since I don't wear makeup it probably balances out in time spent though.
Again, sorry for going on and on.
Going back to bed.
To sleep this time. 😉