It’s probably not a bad thing that I have become just a little obsessed with my looks these days. This phenomena does not only apply on days when I’ll see Mr. Football; it seems to be at all times.
I woke early this morning and evaluated the combination of waves and curls in my hair after going to bed with it wet. My first thought was that it was sort of a Carrie Bradshaw look. After a couple of cups of coffee, I thought differently and scrambled upstairs to straighten it before YaYa’s game. Carrie Bradshaw, I am NOT.
Not only did I smooth out my hair; I also changed my shoes, and then my shirt. Even as I left the house, I wasn’t sure that I’d made the flattering-yet-casual choice but it would have to do.
On some levels, the attention to my hair, skin care, make-up, and attire is a good thing. On another level, it is frustrating to search for the right look when the majority of my clothes are for running. And since my husband didn’t like make-up, perfume, or fancy cloths on me, I am a struggling to figure it all out.