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I live in a small town. There aren’t many reasons to get dressed up here. And my husband and I aren’t invited to many of the reasons to get dressed up. Perhaps I should look into that.
So I don’t dress up often. This fact is always accentuated by how surprised people are to see me with my hair curled and my eyes with a “smokey” look. People, who see me all the time, pause when they see me at fundraisers. I’ve had 2 people not even recognize me.
I’m not sure what this means. It may mean nothing at all. But seeing as I interpret hitting four green lights in a row as a sign from God, I’m pretty sure people not recognizing a 5’ 10” redhead because my hair is curled and I’m wearing make-up has life changing significance. And I think the life change is that I need to start wearing heels to Target.
(It’ll be ok. I don’t walk well in heels but I can lean against the cart. I’m pretty sure this will cut down sprained ankles by 50%. Which means I should always have one good ankle.)
I was thinking of wearing make-up while working out, but that would just be stupid.