One minute happy as a lark ... the next angry as hell ... on the whole thankful to have such love in my world and although those that are far away, are near. I am wrapped in love, literally. A cardi my sister gave. I am finally wearing more of a variety of outfits and keeping them cleaned. And tomorrow I am deciding on whether to colour my hair or not. Or let the natural grey highlights get styled into my shortly new hairdo.
I am starting to think about myself. I have my make up too, the basics. I am starting the way back to my colours and styles that we naturally evolve through, only that did go by the way for a while. I can even remember when I last more make up, on Graduation day. Every time I restore myself, our daughter can't but help but stare.
In fact, the last time she saw me I was back in black, but I did wear my red lace top. On that she as usual made a remark. All is noticed. It will be good when it is just as was. And it was different black. I cannot be thinking about colour and clothes. It is easier to slip something comfortable on without too much thought. I have had to think more recently being between dress sizes in some styling of dress, with the unnecessary weight slowly fading away.
In fact, the last time she saw me I was back in black, but I did wear my red lace top. On that she as usual made a remark. All is noticed. It will be good when it is just as was. And it was different black. I cannot be thinking about colour and clothes. It is easier to slip something comfortable on without too much thought. I have had to think more recently being between dress sizes in some styling of dress, with the unnecessary weight slowly fading away.
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