My beautiful pal Kati wrote an observant piece on growing older and much of what she talked about, I could relate to. Usually I can take a lot of what I'm personally experiencing with a grain of salt, because really, there's not a whole lot that can be done about the aging process; it'll happen whether we agree to it or not. No one asks for our vote, now do they? And since I have nowhere nearly enough funds for a total body makeover, I'm pretty much stuck with what I got.
And as Kati's posts usually tend to do, this one got me thinking. Maybe it was my PMSing over the weekend, or seeing "Knowing" and the message it was sending, or maybe it's that spring is here but it's really not, not really. Winter hasn't given up its fight for domination, and this kind of weather tends to make me eat excessively and hibernate. The whole gaining of the weight thing Kati was talking about is so true. I feel like Ive gained a whole size just over the winter, and I cannot wait til the temperature cooperates so I can enjoy some outdoor walks. That's such a cop-out, because I could be exercising at any time, like now, and not use the weather - or the internet - as an excuse. And I am in dire need, with an ass that's spreading into the next county. I guess this means I can no longer eat girl scout cookies for my lunch. Damn. Those Lemonades are so addictive.
And then there's work. I like my job, and most days I really, really like it, but the one thing I don't love is the dress code. I've never been a fan of uniforms (sorry, those boys in uniform never did a whole heck of a lot for me. Now give me a guy in a tight pair of jeans...oh sorry, got sidetracked there for a minute). And so the apparel for women is especially unattractive. Jewel collars and polo shirts have never been an attractive look for me, what with the lack of boobage, and they certainly don't project the most professional of images, as far as I'm concerned. I bought better clothes with my own money than what my job currently provides for us. And our extensive color scheme is an never-ending spectrum of black and blue. Navy blue. Gray. Who wouldn't feel a little depressed wearing that all the time? Well maybe not everyone, but for me, yes, especially when I'd rather be wearing red. Or peach. And definitely purple. What is wrong with color???
So I gotta do something during the week to make me feel, well, pretty. My big thing is jewelry. I love silver, and tend to find great inexpensive buys through Avon (particularly handy for someone who tends to lose her jewelry rather often). Stars, hearts, squiggles. Shiny. Oooh, the pretty. Makes me feel like a girl instead of some androgynous being. (Avon alert: now they are coming out with a necklace to complement the bracelet they have to fight violence against women. It's the Empowerment Necklace. $5/each with $4.11 going to the cause. I bought 7 necklaces to share with my female friends. Maybe I'll even give one away as a blog prize). I love the shiny.
Another thing I do to lift my spirits, though not as frequently, is paint my nails girly colors. Right now they are rather long, which means I make a lot of typing mistakes, but they are so pretty, with their vibrant pink nail polish that I have to touch up every other day. But it's so worth it, especially since I do it myself. I'm not a girly girl, but sometimes I like to pretend I am. You gotta make do with what God gave you, and so I do try. It can be much fun *g*
So tell me, how do you bring on the pretty?
What brings out your girl power?