#1956 just me

I haven't been feeling great today. Last night I had a dry scratchy throat and this morning I woke up with my voice cutting in and out, sneezing, scratchy thoat, etc. You know, a cold.  I took a nice hot shower and did a few things, then this afternoon I took a nap for an hour in which I did not move at all. I woke up in exactly the same position in which I fell asleep.

MT and I had tickets for the Jazz game, so I made sure my hair wasn't sticking up in any strange ways. I pulled on a clean t-shirt and a pair of jeans. No makeup, nothing fancy, just me. Off we went.

In the suite tonight were two lovely blonde ladies. They had to have been sister because they looked so much alike in their face and their hair. Both of them looked really pretty, from their clothes to their makeup and their hair. They were wearing nice jewelry and looked like they had made an effort to look nice for a night out with their husband or boyfriend. As I admired how nice these women looked, I felt bad for MT. There I was, looking all pale and possibly a little sickly, wearing a t-shirt and jeans and comfy shoes (not super cute ankle boots like the blondes). Not that MT would say anything; I mean, we've been together nearly 25 years, and he already knows what a treasure he has in me LOL.

I can't really get it out of my mind, though. When I was in Spain with my mom and my sister, we often commented on how nice many of the women looked - how "put together" they were. I give putting myself together an effort on Monday through Friday when I'm at work, but not so much on the weekends. I am a jeans and t-shirt (or sweater, depending on the weather) type of girl. I absolutely dress for comfort and functionality. All my shoes are flat and not especially cute. I have basically given up on wearing makeup because I find that it makes my eyes burn and who needs that? I've never had the proper skills for doing my hair, so it is pretty much au natural. Tonight it is very clean and soft and shiny, and it has shaped itself into the way it wants to be. I look all right, but with a little bit of effort, would I look or possibly feel better? Better about myself?

When I play golf, I always like to dress in appropriate golf clothing: a nice fitting golf shirt, a cute skort and of course, golf shoes. I think if you look the part, you will play the part. If you look good, you feel good, like you belong. Sometimes in the office I will look at what some of the other ladies are wearing and I'll think, "You wore that to work? I would only wear that around the house!" I look at others and think, "Damn, she's got a lot of stuff going on there with that outfit." I realize that everyone has their own style, and I guess I'm trying to come to grips with mine (or lack thereof).

I guess I'll have to ponder on this. I just took some cold meds and I feel them kicking in. Here's hoping I wake up feeling better tomorrow.