I woke this morning to blue skies and sun. It is March 1st and there is a promise of spring on the calendar in twenty more days. My mood was a little better than yesterday when I suffered from weather crankiness from sliding through ice and slush. It was a miserable day of “wintry mix”, my most hated type of weather.
In honor of the new month, I decided to step it up a little. I am basically a “no maintenance” woman. It takes me all of fifteen minutes to shower, dress, brush my teeth, and comb my hair. I rarely wear make-up and I prefer a no fuss approach to my naturally curly, independent minded hair. This morning I decided to take a little extra time.
I realized I couldn’t wear what I wanted to because most of my clothes were in the washer. I had forgotten to put them in the dryer last night, leaving me to forage through the closet for a pair of slacks that fit and weren’t covered in cat hair. Boo has found the box on top of which I have stacked extra comforters and she loves to hide there now and then when I am cleaning or playing the cello. I don’t usually object but this particular spot is right underneath the hangers that hold my slacks. All of my slacks have cat hair on the waist and the bottom of the legs. Sort of reminiscent of the awful look of the 60’sand 70’s when we would sew extra fabric on the bottom of our high water jeans, except this looks more like a feather boa wrapped around the legs and waist. Not pretty. Actually, pretty fugly.
After removing as much hair as possible, I got dressed and then looked in the mirror. I was aghast. Bozo the clown with salt and pepper hair was looking back at me. I plugged in the curling iron – which I have only used once before – and, while it heated,I decided to put on makeup. Don’t get too excited, all you high maintenance women out there. My makeup consists of some moisturizer topped with some bare minerals and nothing else. No mascara. No lipstick.
I wrapped a towel around my neck to catch any stray powder and cursed myself for deciding to do this after I was dressed. As I was cursing, I accidentally flicked the makeup brush in the wrong direction, covering the right arm of my sweater in bare minerals. Oy Frikkin’ Vey. I swear I could hear the universe laughing at me. Boo ran from the bathroom. She had been watching this all and must have sensed that things were not going as planned. I cleaned up, finished applying the makeup, and then proceeded to tame my frizzy halo. I managed to do fair work and decided that it was all worth the effort. I looked like a confident, professional woman. A step up from my usual.
I put on my shoes. These days I am more about function than form when it comes to shoes. I know woman who walk around on icy streets in stiletto heels while I prefer a nice simple Merrell loafer that has good traction on ice. One of my goals for this winter has been to not fall down and those shoes are my ticket to survival. So off I go looking pretty good from my knees on up.
I walked out the door and the universe had a party at my expense. By time I got to my car, the 20 mph hour wind gusts returned my hair to its original state. I swear that the birds were even laughing at me.
The next time I decide to step it up, it will be 65 degrees and there will be no wind. Any warmer and I am in danger 
of sweating the makeup off. Much colder and it just isn’t worth it.
I think I like being “no maintenance.” After all the bitchin’ about my hair this morning, I called for an emergency appointment with my hair stylist and I now have a cut that I just need to run my fingers through. I will save any intense hair management for Boo. She deserves it for all she has to put up with.
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