You know how sometimes you have those days where you just don't feel pretty? Maybe you're tired, or you don't feel well, or you've got your stupid monthly visitor. Whatever the situation, you're just not at your best. Bad hair day perhaps? Stupid zit on your face? I think it's totally OK for these days to happen once in awhile, but lately I feel like I'm in a Pretty Party Drought. I just don't feel pretty. And I haven't for a long time.
I'm sure it doesn't help that 99% of my day is spent with my hair in a bun. I know it's not a good look, but my hair is heavy and it bugs me being down. Yes, I know I look like a grandmother. But, there it is. I wear it up. At work. At home. When walking the dog. Up. Oh, and on my feet? Usually sensible shoes to help my horrible feet. Ugly, boring, sensible shoes that won't hurt to walk in and still allow me to wear socks and looks presentable. Yawn.
Last week I walked Sammy while wearing pajama bottoms and I didn't even care. I think I must be in a give-a-shit slump. That would definitely explain the Non-Pretty Party. But, really, what do I have to dress up for? What constitutes needing to put on make-up, look presentable, or even try? Nothing lately. Oh, no. That doesn't sound good at all. Ugh.
Last week I walked Sammy while wearing pajama bottoms and I didn't even care. I think I must be in a give-a-shit slump. That would definitely explain the Non-Pretty Party. But, really, what do I have to dress up for? What constitutes needing to put on make-up, look presentable, or even try? Nothing lately. Oh, no. That doesn't sound good at all. Ugh.
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