My entire life, I been baffled and even appalled by the tendency of women to fall into the pattern of keeping themselves "put together" and caring about their appearance only until they secure a man and have the ol' ball and chain firmly in place. Then, after a few years of marriage and a couple of kids, all efforts in the physical appearance category go out the window. I've never understood. Never been tempted to join them in this phenomenon.
Now... I totally get it. I'm totally tempted to just "let myself go."
Please don't get too worried. I've haven't... well, I don't think I have at least... at least not completely.
You will not find me at WalMart in my pajamas. I do not attend every church service in the same jean skirt and tennis shoes. But I do wear the same jean skirt and old sandals to WalMart and everywhere else I go. It's just so comfortable, you see.
I remember being a teenager and driving to the dentist with my mom. It was a hot HOT summer day in the desert of Southern California, where I grew up. As we were about to get out of the car and walk into the office together, I casually evaluated my mom's outfit. Shorts and t-shirt that neither matched nor were her size.
"Mom!! What are you wearing!!!???!!!" I gasped in horror.
Someday, I am sure I will be getting out the car with a teenage Madison or Eden and hear something similar. LOL
"Kate, I just don't care. Someday, you'll understand." Suddenly, hundreds of images of my grandma (my mom's mom) wearing Capri pants and t-shirts that really really did not match.... like really did not match.... filled my mind. Was it genetic? I protested to my mom that I would never give in to the family curse of a non-matching but comfortable existence. My mom re-iterated that one day I would understand.
And I do. But not to the extent that I'm planning on leaving my house in a similar ensemble.
Just know that although I am wearing the same the jean skirt into the ground, I'm trying really hard to not let myself go. But some days, brushing my teeth is all the beauty routine I am motivated to do! When I took the time to remove the 4 month old nail polish from my toe nails and actually put a file to my finger nails, I felt like we should have celebrated with a date. Too bad Seth was working. (And I doubt he would have seen my reasoning.) I haven't trimmed my hair since Christmas and seriously need to. But I've been using any babysitters I have for doctor's appointments or working on the house. So, anyone offering to watch my little darlings (please ignore any posts I have ever posted about their sin natures) in the name of saving me from about an inch of split ends? ;)
The good news, I still shellac this face with makeup every day. The world can not handle a falling away of that necessity. I'm embarrassed to even post this picture of myself.