As I said in the last post, I bought this derelict cottage. It was darling but it looked as run down as it was: leaves on the discolored roof, paint peeling off down to the wood, the yard wild and overgrown. So one of the first things I did to both stabilize the house and signal to the neighbors that I cared about them was have the house painted and the grounds mowed and cleaned up and a new roof put on. And I put out a welcome mat and put pots of daisies and mums next to the front door. The inside was still moldy, but the outside said, “Somebody who lives here cares.”
That made perfect sense to me, so I don’t see why I never made the connection to my body. Appearances are so superficial, I’ve always told myself. Make-up is ridiculous for me, it just slides off my face anyway. Why should I spend a small fortune on a haircut when the only people who see me are Lani and Alastair and the kids, and they have to love me anyway because they live with me? And yes, I’m wearing a lot of worn out pajamas all day (I love my job) but it’s just me and the dogs, so that’s fine. It’s vital that the cottage look wonderful on the outside, but me? What’s the point?
Well, I think it’s the same point as painting a house full of mold. You have to start somewhere and signaling to the outside world that change is happening is a good place to make that start. The neighbors were lovely before I painted the cottage, but afterward they were even lovelier, giving me lots of praise and encouragement, so now I can’t wait to landscape the front yard next spring. Okay, maybe the spring after that, money is tight, but still, fixing up the house makes me want to fix it up some more. I think maybe fixing up myself will do the same thing.
I just have to figure out what I want to fix. The make-up thing is still not for me unless I have to do some public speaking, but I could take a lot better care of my skin and nails and hair, especially my hair which, now that it’s turning gray, is really dry except for the not-gray parts which are still oily. I’ve stocked up on different products that swear they’ll make the gray shine and the dry go away, so I’ll let you know how that works out. I am absolutely not coloring this gray, though. I’ve earned those gray hairs. But it’s getting really long and as Conventional Wisdom goes, gray hair shouldn’t be long and sexy, it’s inappropriate unless you’re Judy Collins or Emmylou Harris. What to do? Screw Conventional Wisdom, I’m joining Judy and Emmylou in the Sisterhood of the Long Gray Hair.
So basically, my plan is to change my look from this . . . to this:
And I’m definitely joining this: