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I live a life now where customers never see me and my coworkers don’t care, and I don’t see friends daily and my Dude, bless him, only comments on my appearance if it’s like. Obvious. (He’s better about it than he used to be, and is quite appreciative if I’m Obviously Dressed-Up like for a date or something, but. Most days he doesn’t particularly notice what I look like or what I do, which is fine. It’s fine! Really! But.)
So I tend to sort of dress up for work, when I think of it. Or at least wear fun things that I like. (Today I wore those purple skinny jeans that came ripped on purpose and that I mended with gold lamé. Yesterday I wore a sleeveless knit dress and camisole over leggings and purple-and-gray-striped knee socks. Monday was jeans with a tank top I’d silkscreened a Jeep onto and altered to be a tunic with lace edging.) And sometimes I try to do my hair in different ways. It’s not like… a thing I care deeply about, but I don’t like to realize at the end of the day that I look really frumpy or goofy or something.
But nobody comments on my appearance, or notices it one way or another. And on the one hand, that’s great, really it is, I have other things to consider.
But on the other hand, I have been an American woman all my life, and thus have been raised to understand that my appearance is a thing I ought to at least consider sometimes.
Anyway I did my hair differently today and fourteen hours later I still have no idea whether it looks okay or stupid, and nobody’s going to tell me.
I can’t fucking tell. THere’s a, like, pearl-studded headband thing in there, and several hair clips, and I honestly have no fucking idea. Maybe nobody else can tell either. I cannot see it from any angle. Maybe my head is invisible. Who knows!
It’s a goddamn fucking mystery.
(My hair is so straight that I always braid it when wet, and wrap the lowest three inches around the end of itself like a club, so that when I take it down later once it’s dried it’s at least curled at the ends, so that it doesn’t just hang there like a limp dead thing, but if I wear the ends loose, on a dry day they get insanely frizzy, and on a humid day they just relax into their natural stick-like total lack of texture, so. In other words, my hair is always up, and I’ve been trying to find ways to wear it so that it’s not scraped back from my face, which is unflattering. NO I WILL NOT GET BANGS. I grew mine out in 1992 and it was so awful I’ll never do it again.)
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I live a life now where customers never see me and my coworkers don’t care, and I don’t see friends daily and my Dude, bless him, only comments on my appearance if it’s like. Obvious. (He’s better about it than he used to be, and is quite appreciative if I’m Obviously Dressed-Up like for a date or something, but. Most days he doesn’t particularly notice what I look like or what I do, which is fine. It’s fine! Really! But.)
So I tend to sort of dress up for work, when I think of it. Or at least wear fun things that I like. (Today I wore those purple skinny jeans that came ripped on purpose and that I mended with gold lamé. Yesterday I wore a sleeveless knit dress and camisole over leggings and purple-and-gray-striped knee socks. Monday was jeans with a tank top I’d silkscreened a Jeep onto and altered to be a tunic with lace edging.) And sometimes I try to do my hair in different ways. It’s not like… a thing I care deeply about, but I don’t like to realize at the end of the day that I look really frumpy or goofy or something.
But nobody comments on my appearance, or notices it one way or another. And on the one hand, that’s great, really it is, I have other things to consider.
But on the other hand, I have been an American woman all my life, and thus have been raised to understand that my appearance is a thing I ought to at least consider sometimes.
Anyway I did my hair differently today and fourteen hours later I still have no idea whether it looks okay or stupid, and nobody’s going to tell me.
I can’t fucking tell. THere’s a, like, pearl-studded headband thing in there, and several hair clips, and I honestly have no fucking idea. Maybe nobody else can tell either. I cannot see it from any angle. Maybe my head is invisible. Who knows!
It’s a goddamn fucking mystery.
(My hair is so straight that I always braid it when wet, and wrap the lowest three inches around the end of itself like a club, so that when I take it down later once it’s dried it’s at least curled at the ends, so that it doesn’t just hang there like a limp dead thing, but if I wear the ends loose, on a dry day they get insanely frizzy, and on a humid day they just relax into their natural stick-like total lack of texture, so. In other words, my hair is always up, and I’ve been trying to find ways to wear it so that it’s not scraped back from my face, which is unflattering. NO I WILL NOT GET BANGS. I grew mine out in 1992 and it was so awful I’ll never do it again.)
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