I still wear the same clothes. For example, today I’m wearing skinny jeans with brown grannie boots, a brown & orangey yellow leopard print tank with a draped neckline, and a brown blazer. But the outfits look so much more chic than they did pre-haircut.
Joe’s finally come around in regards to the hairstyle. Last night he said I look 10 years younger, like I’m in my 30’s. I was a little offended–he always says I look like I’m in my 30s anyway, but last night he said pre-haircut I looked like I was in my 40’s. Pooh. Okay, I know I’m 48 according to the calendar, even though really I’m 21 this year, but I don’t want to LOOK like I’m in my 40’s.
Now I just need to get my act together and get makeup on every morning. I have the dickens of a time getting up in the morning in time to do everything that needs to get done before I leave for work. I used to be a total morning person, and I still am to a certain extent, but dang! I managed to flat-iron my hair this morning, and I remembered to grab the fudge on my way out, but definitely did not leave time for makeup. (Fudge for the mailroom guys, not for me. I just wanted to make that clear.)