Luckily, I'm not a psychopath.
You should all be glad that I don't have a smart phone. If I did, I would have been live tweeting my shopping adventure last night. That's right, I went shopping…for clothes…for myself…by myself! Well, nearly by myself. I took Ben with me, because he's a great companion. That baby is game for just about any expedition at any time. It is so nice.
Do you ever have, "I'm becoming my mother" moments? I did, last night. I found a shirt I liked that was flattering and promptly bought two more of the same style in different colors. My mom is all about that. Don't mess with success.
According to the style column in our local newspaper, that's a rookie move, but I don't care. I think the shirt is awesome and flattering and with a "mummy tummy" (as the Brits say, apparently), you have to go with that.
I finally bid adieu to a pair of flats I bought for my sophomore (in high school) formal dance. I loved them. But the soles were so worn that they too had lost all traction, and I actually fell down in the hall at church while trying to hustle my flailing toddler out. It was time to say goodbye to them. Aren't you proud of me?
Back to the shoe search: apparently nude peep toe pumps are in this season. This would be awesome, since I love peep toe shoes and nude/beige is a very versatile shade that goes with everything non-black; alas, I am terrible at wearing heels. I just wobble all over the place, and given that I have small children to corral, it seems like a recipe for broken ankles.
|Oh, stilettos, why must you tempt me?|
But all was not lost. I found some nice wedge heel sandals that are actually comfortable, cushy, and don't look too lame. I also got a pair of Keen sandals because, well, Oregon. If you don't own at least one pair of Keens you are clearly not trying hard enough to look like you belong here. Besides, they are comfy.
But nonetheless, she did cut it short, except it looked awful. I got one compliment on it from someone I worked with, but my husband was horrified by it and my brother-in-law and his wife both said the same thing (at separate times) when they saw it. "Well…it's short!" Sigh.
I grew up with short hair. I think it suits me. My husband likes my hair long. Why do men like that? Is it because they do not want their wives to be mistaken for dudes? I think a lot of women look gorgeous with long hair. I see them at Jazzercise all the time. The problem is that my hair doesn't look like that when it is long! It grows out into an unruly shrub.
So, this is the haircut I would like to try (the cut, not the color! I would make a horrendous blonde):
When I showed it to Allen, however, his reaction was something like, "Aww heck no, I am not married to Justin Bieber OR Miley Cyrus." He later (with great resignation) said that I could do what I wanted, but he did not like it. I think what I'm going to have to do is to take the picture to a really good stylist and explain the situation and see if he/she has any good compromises.
But hey, hair grows back, right? It isn't a permanent commitment, thank goodness.
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