Something strange is happening to me.
Perhaps it is because I just turned 43, leaving me safely ensconced in (early) middle age.
Perhaps it is the fact that I only have to get dressed decently once a week for the class I teach at a University. Otherwise my normal look involves the least dirty comfy clothes.
Perhaps it is the recent decision my hair has made to be the bane of my existence. It has embraced frizz as a permanent state of being, and has begun a subtle sneak attack introducing new white strands when I least expect it. I admit, I tried to conquer that through color. My first attempt (over a month ago) looked great, but didn’t last long. In a battle against yesterday’s monster, Nathan helped me with my second attempt yesterday.
I like the results as far as color goes, but I have to do something with style.
Perhaps it is simply the “in” colors this season, bright pinks and corals that I have always loved.
Suddenly, I have started thinking about style. Suddenly I find myself seeking sassiness.
Be afraid, be very afraid.
The sandals are evidence that something has taken over my brain. Despite my 5 foot tall frame, I live in flats and sneakers, or the occasional 1 inch heeled cowboy boot. But yesterday, wedges called to me, saying “We are sassy and you want us!” I tried many on, but none of them seemed to work until I put on this pair.
“Wow!” Nathan said.
Now I own the sassiness.
Of course, being the fashion-notta that I am, I have to practice walking in these babies before I take them out in public. So I decided that I would walk around the house with them a little each day, figuring it might even help my legs get into shape a little. Yesterday, I felt the beginnings of a blister forming, so I decided to protect my feet for this mornings sassy workout.
Nathan insisted on taking a picture, saying “you might want to blog about this.” So blame him for the craziness of this post.
Of course, once I started thinking about sass and style, I couldn’t stop. So I got dressed in one of my new purchases (made with birthday money last week). I can’t decide if I look:
b) like a maniac
or c) Sassy
All I know is I have to do something with my hair.