Cinnamon's Spicey Life

This might sound like a dumb thing to say……….especially at my age.  I mean, come on let’s face it.  If I were going to be pretty, it was kinda something I should have planned for long ago.  But I don’t really mean “pretty” pretty.  I mean pretty for me.  THAT kind of pretty.  Still confused?  Well, I have been for a little while.  But it dawned on me today while I was down in Venice, FL.  I was standing behind this lady, and I was admiring her earrings.  Then I noticed her rings.  Then her purse and shoes.  Then, I had that awful moment when I looked down at myself.  I had on an old pair of jeans that were too big (but comfortable), a pair of scuffed up loafers and a t-shirt.  No make up, my hair barely combed and pulled back in a convenient ponytail.  I did have on my favorite pair of silver hoop earrings, but I always wear them.  I was basically a slob.  Then I looked at my hands and my nails.  Ugh….that was really cringe-worthy.  I haven’t been to have my nails done in way over a year.  And I honestly can’t remember the last time I put make up on.  And that bothered me.  The whole 3 hour ride back, all I could think about was how things used to be.  I went to get my nails done every 3 weeks.  I wore rings and bought other cool pieces of jewelry.  On Friday or Saturday night I’d get all “dolled” up and hubby and I would go out for the evening.  What in the hell happened to me?  Well, I’ll tell you.  And I’ll tell you what I plan to do about it.

The catalyst for this whole thing was on Monday.  I’d gone to the neighborhood Goodwill store, just to see if they had a used couch that I wanted for the new place.  And they had a nice brown leather sofa that was just the right size.  I wanted it enough to ask the manager if they would consider lowering the price. (which they will in case you didn’t know.  It has to be on the floor for 7 days, and then they will start to lower the price in five dollar increments)  Anyway, it still wasn’t the price that I wanted it to be.  Then the manager asked me if I knew someone who was 55 or older.  Because if I did, they get a 10% discount everyday.  I said, “I’m 55″.  And he said that they would have to check my ID but that would have meant an extra ten bucks off.  I don’t know which I liked better….the ten bucks off, or the fact that he didn’t think I looked 55.  I think the latter.  I ended up not getting the couch, but that’s another story.  So after that, and then what I was thinking about on my drive home today, I realized that I really was lucky that I was aging pretty well.  And I should take better care of myself, and to make the most of the time that I have left to look good.

It isn’t hard to figure out what happened.  First, I got the second part-time job at the storage place.  That cut out us going out on Fridays and Saturdays mostly cause I just didn’t feel like it.  I didn’t feel like putting on makeup for the job, so I just drifted away from it.  Then I bought my horse.  And messing with a horse is not the most conducive to having long, manicured nails, so I cut them off.  Then we moved out to the mini-farm.  And all I did was clean, and paint, and take care of animals (which I loved, don’t get me wrong) but I couldn’t even take a bubble bath out there because the water was SO awful.  I just stopped doing the girlie things that made me feel pretty.  Well, that’s all going to change.

Since I’m moved in to this awesome place, and I’m away from all the dust, and dirt and sand and filth of the slum farm, and since all the animals are gone (but God how I wish Casey were still here) so I don’t have to rush home to let anything out to use the bathroom, or feed on a schedule,  I can start doing some things for myself again. The place that I live has an excellent workout room, and there are a ton of classes I can take here like: yoga, pilates….you name it.  I have my tanning bed here so I can start using that as well as go to the pools, so that is my plan.  And since I have to quit the storage place job before school starts in May, perhaps I will look good enough again for my husband to take me out….LOL  He would anyway, but maybe I’ll actually feel like getting “dolled up” again.  Yep….I’m gonna get pretty.  Again.

peace,

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