So back to the wedding from this weekend...but before that you may recall HomeGirl from my office. She was recently engaged. She has told me she wants me at her wedding but I have to wear a dress, heels, and makeup. Here I am in my natural and preferred state. Tie dye, denim, birkenstocks. I am comfortable, what needs to be covered is covered, and I am clean.
For special occasions I do clean up though. In my opinion, this is quite a sufficient presentation for a wedding. I showered, put on a dress and jewelry, did my hair, and wore heels. No makeup though. I don't own it. Pfft.
Here's a close-up of the hairdo. Yes, I do it myself. The woman behind me in the buffet line asked. When I told her I do my own hair she told me she hated me. So nice to meet you too, now eff off, beyotch. Oh sorry, guess that was over the top. Fear not, I kept my thoughts to myself. I merely arched a single eyebrow and gave a withering gaze. She reconsidered her words. Lord have mercy though...those greys really do have a wild mind of their own don't they?
And just to prove to my coworker....yes, I do own some heels that I pull out on occasion. But don't expect me to wear stilettos unless you provide training wheels with them.