Dress for Success, for Comfort, or for Peace of Mind

I know one person who still does the whole pantyhose, high heels, perfect hair and makeup for work.  I think she does it at home as well, though I've only seen her once in that environment and don't recall what she was wearing. 

She's probably close to 46-50 but could look as young at 38, depending on the light and the outfit.  Her name is Anna and she takes care of herself.  There's the hair and nails of course; she also exercises but isn't one of those emaciated 40-plus women who are trying to cling to youth.  I'm sure you've seen them; they are scary and they end up looking older.  It's actually sad. 

Any way, I will never go back to pantyhose and I think I've even given up on a panty girdle for good.  I gained 15 pounds since January.  Yikes!  I just can't get on track to anywhere but the kitchen; I know it's work related and I'm under tons of stress and I don't handle stress well under the best of the conditions.  Craig and stress equal a near immediate loss of 20 pounds.  I eat chocolate. 

So back to the jeans.  I wore than again on Sunday to a women's lunch.  My Aunt and an intimate group of her friends get together monthly to share quality time.  My Mom, my Aunt and I wore jeans.  The other women were in summer dresses or brightly colored summer capris (all of them.)  Apparently women in my family are not big on being "put together."  We didn't have lipstick on and eye makeup was similarly scarce.  Mom had a legitimate excuse, cataract surgery, Paula and I, not so much.

What is it about our family that yells comfort?  It might be that we just have more sense and aren't going to spend 30-40 extra minutes getting all gussied up for lunch inside someone's home and pictionary, or the like.  I don't know I'm merely proposing an explanation. 

I just glanced at the mirror and know that I "should" freshen up my powder and reapply my lip gloss.  And I could use a teeth brushing as well.  It's 3:05 now and I need to stay here until at least 5:15; I'm doing afternoon work math.  Who do I plan to see in the last two hours?  Should I wait until 4:00 or so and then I'll look better when I leave the building?  Decisions, decisions.  If I ponder it longer it will be time to leave.

Once again, back to the jeans.  If you see a pair of size 16, not tightly cut and not stone washed, jeans and they have slightly longer longs than most, please get them for me.  I'll amply reimburse for time, trouble and the jeans.  I need all the people I can find to help me get out of these old looking, sagging butted, bleached jeans.  I should just plop them into the AmVets box, and not the one in my bedroom but the one at the grocery store with the slid door thing that prevents you from taking things out.

I have the distinct feeling that I'll get home tonight and then find some reason to go out and those jeans will once again be on my rump.  I'm doomed!

Comments

[mom]

your tale is so sad, i truly feel for you and your saggy butt.

[Laurie]

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