So last night Ruthie and I went in for our regular cut. The lady right before us was really into the hair. She then was really into my hair. She wanted to come back when I was done to see it. Or have Shelba take a picture so she could see it. Neither of which happened. But I panicked. What if she came back to see...just...frump girl...with new color...and fresher curls. So I told Shelba I was ready to un-frump. We still did the same color. But it's shorter and I think I might just go straight again. And then do curly when frump isn't a concern. Oh, and I had her give me thicker bangs. yay! Here's a peek...
PS. Don't look at the messy kitchen. Or the fact that I don't have lipstick on. Which is the other frump challenge. I began the daily sunscreen regime and decided to go without foundation. I liked the fact that no foundation didn't change the way my face looks just naturally. Which is why one uses foundation...to mess with the the natural on the face. But I think I'm agonna go back to foundation on special occasions. With sunscreen all the time I am getting a bit pale. Or something. And I'm 40. You know? I need a little coverage. Or a lot. Just depends on the day. Or the time of day. You know?
And then there's the fact that I cannot, for the life of me, park in a parking place, that has no cars on either side, in a normal and straight fashion. I ALWAYS park on a line. It began earlier this year at cub scouts, when I would be the first one to park. When I'd come out to go home, I would see how poorly I parked. Which made the other leaders park funny. But that's not all. I do it at the hospital, at Maverick, at the grocery store, on Sunday for church. All the time. Unless, of course, I park in between 2 cars. Which I really do try to avoid.
And I think I am officially cranky. Like old lady cranky. Little old lady who can't park straight cranky. It's been coming on so gradually that I hardly sensed it. Until I sensed I was cranky about something. And I LIKED it! Maybe I was trying hard to park straight. But cranky can be fun. And now? Well now I'm gonna look good cranky.
No more frump here.
At least until 3 weeks before my next hair appointment.