These days, I get dressed for work every morning without even glancing in the mirror. Last Wednesday, I wore my shirt inside out all the way to the office and back. Nobody at work noticed or pointed it out. Gasp!
For someone who used to stand before the mirror and obsess over "Does this outfit make me look fat?", I'm pretty surprised at this change. Maybe I keep wearing the same outfits to work, I know how they fit or I'm simply not so vain anymore.
When I was at the hairdresser's last week, the stylist asked if I had done my own colouring at home. I replied sheepishly, "Yes. I don't really care about how I look."
He seemed a little shocked, "Oh, you must make yourself pretty. I'll give you a nice colour and new style." I thought to myself, "What's the point? My hair will keep growing anyway."
He took great pains to colour, trim and style my hair. After 2.5 hours, he brandished a huge oval mirror and coaxed me to check out my newly styled tresses. I went, "I like the colour. It's very natural."
His beam turned into a sulk. Touching my shiny curls lovingly, he said "Don't you like the way I styled your hair."
"Oh that? It's nice too..."
I strutted out of the salon feeling like a model. That feeling lasted all of five minutes. I got into the car, drove off, grabbed lunch and picked up the kids from school...feeling so mumsy all over again.
Back home, I pulled my hair into a pony tail, changed into my running gear and headed to the gym. I got back, looked into the mirror, the lovely locks have turned into a sweaty, messy mop.
My stylist would have been so disappointed....