The New Me!
So, Scott has been wanting to make me over for like 2 months now.
Yesterday afternoon, we finally scheduled the haircut/color:
Scott had to talk me into bangs. As I'm older than all of you (though most of you not by so much you can't understand this), I remember bangs. I grew up with bangs. I grew up with the big curling iron you used to curl bangs. I grew up hairspraying the bangs. I grew up being threatened that if I couldn't keep the bangs out of my eyes, I'd be forced to grow them out. And once I finally did grow them back, I NEVER wanted to go back. So, I fought the bangs.
I also kinda fought the length. I was afraid of going to short. Yes, because of the natural texture of my hair, my hair does better--has more body and bounce--short, but I did not want to go butch.
I did not fight the color. That was all me. Scott approved, but it was all me.
Before yesterday, I'd surrendered the fights, but I was still wary. Until I saw the results. Then I just stared in the mirror and wondered who that person was!
Then we went shopping.
Tonight, a whole group of people, led by Scott, are taking me to Babes (a lesbian bar). Supposedly, their goal (including the people who only know /me/ the way you guys know Scott! You know, they know /of/ me and like me, but don't know me) is to get me laid.
I don't know about all that. I think there's still too much "conservative" alive and well in me to be ok with a one night stand. But I wouldn't be opposed to meeting someone. Or just getting some confidence.
So, last night we went shopping. Apparently, I've been wearing the wrong jeans. With my body type I'm not supposed to wear low-rise or something. We had a "fight" Tuesday night about "Mom jeans." Anyway, we went to Macy's, found some jeans. He won again. He gloated a lot. (It was funny when someone who didn't know us was all like, "But he came with you!" and I thought, "You think he's my bf? No." But just laughed and said, "No, he dragged me here.") Got a couple of tops. A jacket I was not expecting and three pairs of boots (When did I become a shoe girl? .......I own 6 pairs of boots.)
Anyway, so tried on tonight's outfit once we got home (warning, lighting's not the best):
So, I had this moment as I came into living room so he could see. It went something like this:
I feel like what's her name, except I did this for me, not to hold on to a man. What was...oh...Sandy...ok, yeah.
And yes, I did come out singing "You're the One I Want" but with slight gender editting. ;-)
If pictures are taken tonight, I will post.