Yesterday was a weird day for me. I put on my makeup, my jewelry, tossed on a new shirt and flowing skirt (it was super hot and humid) and went out to the local nursery gift shop to browse about. It is one of my favourite stores. While there I noticed people noticing me. Looking at my makeup, looking at my outfit, my 3 bracelets, until I felt like a clown or a gypsy. They were not approving looks, to say the least. I live in an area where there is a lot of high society (I really don't belong here) and people are very preppy. If you are going to wear jewelry, wear real diamonds, not fashion jewelry. Dress conservatively and in the norm, not flowing skirts and bangle bracelets. Don't wear smokey eyes (no one would dare wear falsies or they would be labeled a hooker in a moment), etc. It made me very self-conscious and sad. That norm, that boring, boring norm, is what I followed for 25 years. I am sick of it. If you see someone today and then again in 5 years they will be wearing the same makeup, the same way, with the exact same hair style. But their faces will be older. And so it goes. I wanted to scream at them and say "layering bracelets is in and three is nothing!" Or "haven't you ever seen grey eyeshadow???" I know I looked fine, but being summed up by both workers and customers there (yes, most older than me) made me come home in tears. Some places I get compliments but sadly right around here I am constantly being sized up. Back in the 90's I would toss on a flowing Laura Ashley skirt with a cute white lace petticoat, a sweater, some super comfy Victorian styled boots and hair back in a bow and take walks around the neighbourhood a few times a day to stay in shape. I got labeled as the "weird lady". Apparently I have not outgrown it. My mother (drives me crazy, anyhow) refers to me as her gypsy.
4 bangles today, pink eyeshadow with dark mascara, and rosy lips. Deal with it world. This is me and I won't succumb to boring soccer mom looks or lifestyles. Sorry for the rant, but it was a sad day and I am still upset by it. Luckily my MAC order is coming and maybe I can find solace in making up my first blush palettes.