Saturday, August 31, 2013

Comparisons of Yours Truly to Dolly Parton, RuPaul and Mama June



Is it normal to reach a point where you just feel silly getting made up? Last night, I thought I’d fix myself up for the old man. We were meeting for dinner at a big fancy (not) Mexican restaurant in town. Side note: When we eat out, it’s with a 20-month-old, so all of our meals are fast and consist of us trying to get our dear child to “sit back down in the high chair, fine, sit in the booth with us, but be still, stop banging on the table, stop staring at the people behind us, stop screaming, stop flicking water across the table, hurry, get the chip stuck from out of this throat, hurry, give him some water, he must’ve gotten a jalapeno, and on and on and on….it’s literally a fun  fest. I don’t even know why we eat out anymore. It’s no faster than eating at home and certainly no cheaper. But part of me misses those days when we could go out to eat, talk about our day, and have someone else do the dishes. Maybe that’s why we eat out. I just don’t want to do dishes. 



Anyways, so I decide I need to change up my every day appearance and fancy it up for my husband. I feel bad for the poor man; I only ever wear real clothes if we’re visiting his family (In-laws: it’s the truth). The rest of the time, and I mean, every single day, I wear an old t-shirt (I have four or five of the really old, thin, comfy ones that are my favorites that I keep in constant rotation), boxer shorts in the warm months and pajama pants in the cold months, no makeup and a ponytail and that’s it. I don’t even wear jeans. If I have to go to the grocery store, I’ll get “dressed up” with some gym shorts and flip flops. I can’t blame my wardrobe choices on the baby like most moms can because I dressed this way long before he was even thought of. I’ll blame it on working from home and not having to wear real clothes for work. I HAVE to blame it on something; it’s not MY fault I look this way. ;)



So I curled my hair and did full makeup and felt like a clown. Seriously. No, more like Dolly Parton and/or RuPaul. I had big hair, lipstick, and felt ridiculous. But the only way to “fix” it was to shower and ain’t nobody got time for two showers in one day, so I tried to brush down the curls and blot away the lipstick and make the best of it. My husband always compliments me when I wear real clothes and makeup, because it is so rare. As soon as my husband saw me, he said “Oooh you curled your hair” in the way a man might say if he saw a little girl wearing her mom’s eye shadow or nail polish. And I could tell he was even laughing at me on the inside. I told him to drop it; I did the best I could. He made some comment about how he liked me wearing real clothes and “couldn’t wait to get me home,” but that was a pity compliment and got him nowhere. Trust me.



So what happened? I used to get fixed up and think I looked good. Well, not good. But not bad. Instead of feeling confident, I just felt like I was in a silly costume. I have either officially hit dumpy mom mode or something else is going on. I just don’t know what. Perhaps it’s just because it is such a stark contrast from my normal, everyday wear that it felt incredibly out of place. But part of me also felt afraid that I looked like Mama June wearing makeup. You know how when Mama June puts on makeup it just looks weird? Mama June just shouldn’t wear makeup. Maybe I am the same way.  Or maybe I just need to learn how to put makeup on in a way that isn’t drag queen-ish. I know how to put makeup on for a regular occasion but was trying to get “fixed” up like I see other people do on Facebook (yes, I’ll admit, all of this was so I could take a decent pic to put on Facebook)...I guess I just don’t know where the line between the all-natural look stops and the over-the-top look starts. Or maybe just go back to my t-shirt and boxer shorts.



Anyone else felt this way? 

P.S. - Anyone who knows me well knows I LOVE LOVE LOVE Dolly Parton. I have been her #1 fan for as long as I can remember.  I even dressed up as her (fake boobs, sequin dress and curly blond wig, high heels and all) for a middle school project. In fact, I did more than one school project on the Backwoods Barbie. So no disrespect to Dolly here.

Hello! Back to Blogging!

I've decided to take another stab at a blog. I tried one a few years ago and got bored of it; and the same thing may happen again this time (I can't make any promises that this will last more than a week). But let's give it a try. 

I have always loved trying new recipes. Pinterest now allows me to waste more time and money than ever before trying out new recipes. Some have DEFINITELY been failures; some turn out not so bad. So, I will try to share recipes that I try (the good and bad ones) as well as funny stories (I have a hilarious husband and son) and other thoughts and adventures that I think our friends and family might find interesting.

Enjoy!