Witness Protection Program
As I walked across the parking lot and into work this morning in my same old tired clothes and my same old tired hair, I caught a glimpse of myself in the window of a car. Who was that woman looking back at me? Hmmm… My hair looked like fluff due to the humidity and the wind. Yuck. I looked preoccupied, unapproachable, busy, and stressed out. I’ll have to say that I did like my sunglasses. 🙂 I wasn’t too hard on that woman looking back at me, but I couldn’t get the image of my unruly hair out of my mind as I walked the rest of the way to the office. I thought of cutting it. I thought how easy it would be to have an ultra-short cap of hair. Although, I’m not sure I have the bone structure to pull that off, I’d like to give it a try. Ultra-short, ultra blonde. Once again, I wondered how I could become part of the Witness Protection Program. I could use a new look, a new name, a new life, a fresh start.
Here are a couple of looks I will be trying out in my new life on the lamb…
To Bikini or Not To Bikini
I am SOOO ready for a vacation. Maybe the family trip to New Orleans will work out. I hope so! I better start planning for that trip, because we will be leaving in 9 days! If my mom’s health is not stable enough to leave, then I am working on a back up plan for next month. Either way, the sound of surf will be ringing in my ears in a matter of weeks! YIPPEE! But wait…I look horrible. AND….I am getting old, and I’m out of shape, says the voice in my head.
I asked my daughter how old she thought was TOO old for a woman to wear a bikini. “Oh…40,” she said. Huh??? I reminded her that I AM OVER 40! Boy, it must be nice to be 17 and still have all the right parts in all the right places. She was a good daughter and retracted her original opinion. She said, “Well….MOST women over 40 should not wear a bikini.” Uh huh… That’s better!
Still, I’m not sure what to do. I love the sun. I don’t want to sit there on the beach with my tummy all covered up just because it might offend someone else. I looked at bathing suits online. I can’t find a one-piece suit I like that wouldn’t make me feel like some kind of frumpy suburban housewife trying to hide her body behind a bunch of fabric.
So, there it is. Once again, I will go against the grain. I’m going to break the rules. To hell with convention. I will be wearing a bikini until the day I can no longer hobble out across the beach.