Bombshell – Day 26
I’ve gotten to that funky place at the end of every month where I either love or hate with a fiery passion the style I’ve chosen, I’ve said all that I can possibly say about that style and now I just want the month to be over — I’m a well-dressed horse that has just spotted the barn.
Take today’s outfit for example —
Not bad, but I’ve lost a little zest since my three day pencil skirt euphoria. Yes, capri pants with metallic silver three inch heels can be considered Bombshell, but the weird, blousy shirt is well, weird and blousy and once again I’ve done nothing with my make up or my hair.
I just hate messing with my hair. I hate messing with my hair. Oh, how I hate messing with my hair. After a shower in the morning, I brush my hair ONCE and then I throw my hairbrush back in the drawer and say, “See ya tomorrow!”
I am planning on messing with my hair for Thanksgiving dinner because my vintage dress requires me to do so, but then my hair and I are going back to the cursory relationship we’ve always maintained.
I got several “I love your shoes” comments (one from a teenager so that counts double) and one “hot momma” comment from a friend, and I credit Bombshell for that. Which is actually great news because it means that if you are seeking compliments, you don’t even have to go full Bombshell to get them.
And when you hang around kids all day who say things like, “Mommy, you have really big underwear.”
…A compliment can be a really nice thing.