As I commented over at Bea's, I have invoked my cloak of anonymity in the current round of truthiness. I never post pictures of myself, so why would I break with that to give you a glimpse of my morning persona?
But then HBM changed the rules a little and suggested that a picture was not strictly necessary. And despite my sporadic posting here of late, I haven't sworn off words. So let me give you a verbal glimpse at my physical self.
My morning self is not greatly different from my later-in-the-day self. I don't wear any makeup, haven't put on anything more than moisturizer and lip balm for more than fifteen years (no lipstick lesbian here!). The difference between pre- and post-shower cannot be all that significant, though maybe Trillian would say otherwise.
In one way, I prefer my morning look to when I've finally pulled myself together: no glasses. I am vain enough to care about the difference in my looks with and without glasses. But the alternates are not very practical for me. Contacts, without fail, give me a headache, and I'm not comfortable with the idea of laser eye surgery for myself. I try to take comfort in the fact that my eyes have actually improved over my past few appointments; while I'll never be able to drive without glasses, I can already spend longer on the computer and with my books without them.
While my hair is much the better for a wash and combing, it's not all that wild when I wake up--a bit flyaway and prone to static, but that's pretty much its state by the end of the day too. I have a bit of a love-hate relationship with my hair. As a child, I despised being a brunette, because it's so boring. But I've come to appreciate that my particular brown fits with the rest of my coloring; I also still have a wide range of natural highlights from blond (hides the gray that has started to pop up) to red to dark brown. I have a tendency to go back and forth between long and short--neither one is ever all that I dreamed it would be. Right now it is long with some layers past my shoulders (because that's how much it's grown out since my last cut). I end up, most days, piling it up on my head in a messy bun. Regardless of length, I avoid bangs at all costs since they inevitably flip into wings at the sides (great for that feathered hairstyle I had at 12, not so much for my current low-maintenance requirements) and I get sick of having them on my face.
I'm starting to realize that I need to change my routine to accommodate the fact that I'm getting older. My face and scalp have decided to get a little more sensitive and are not sure what to make of our change in climate. I haven't quite given in yet, but know I should probably give it some thought.
Now I'm off to slip into some flannel pjs, let down my top-knotted hair, and call it a night.
Truthiness often feels better when it's in words. (and, yeah, when your morning self is really no different from your mid-day-out-for-groceries self, the world really is getting truthiness anyways. :)
ReplyDeleteHere's my terrible confession - I wish the Pie had gotten my colouring: the dark brown hair and eyebrows. Something to do with the urge to self-replicate, I guess, and the fact that I got that colouring (along with the rest of my looks) from my mother and have always enjoyed our striking resemblance. Pie got stuck with my personality (to a tee), but her looks are all from her father.
ReplyDeleteYa, my truth is the same whether you catch me at 8am, Noon, 8pm or midnight. I forget to comb my hair most days.
ReplyDeleteBea, I hadn't thought about it, but I guess both of your kids have coloring closer to their father's. Though little kids' hair often darkens, so maybe she'll still end up a rich brunette, even if not quite your striking contrast.
ReplyDeleteIt's also true that I'm not at all disappointed that Scooter's coloring resembles mine (though with blue-gray instead of green in his hazel eyes).
Mad-I usually manage to comb my hair in the morning, but it doesn't take more than a few minutes before one would be hard-pressed to tell. Almost every hairdresser styles my hair by blowing it smooth--I only had one who noticed that it wants to put itself into messy spirals and then worked with that.
I've been having some very truthi days lately.
ReplyDeleteI love schlumping around in my PJs and sweats, maybe a little to much, so most days I force myself to get up and get dressed. Maybe I'll post a photo, it might be good for me.
I know what you mean about the change of routine. I never died my hair until two years ago when the grey just got too bad to live with.