Except that I have started four different times, trying to note the songs, and each time I get distracted and pet one of the cats, think about pie, wonder how close I am to the end of my current book ... well, you get the picture. Apparently I do not have a decent attention span at the moment, so no playing along this week.
However, I do have something to share with you, for any that are interested. I know I have mentioned here that I have another blog. I think I have about four or five regular readers (two of them even comment regularly!), and I wrote a post the other day that seemed to strike a nerve. Two people sent me private e-mails about it, and being that I think I have eight to ten regular readers here,* I decided to go ahead and share it.
Take a look, and if you are inclined, tell me what you think.
*I know there are more, and I thank all of you! :-)
6 comments:
I'm glad to read your well-written words, as I share your perspective, but often feel alone in this view. My neighbor has offered to take me to her manicurist and hair stylist many times, and seems appalled when I tell her that hair color and manicures are just not worth it for me. My hair probably would look better if I colored it, but I choose not to spend $$$ doing that; I'd rather spend the money on yarn and books. I spend a lot of time digging in the dirt, so manicures would just be throwing money away. I can respect that other women may make beauty choices that differ from mine, but like you, I think most of us are lucky enough to make these choices and we should take responsibility for them. Thank you for sharing your post!
Great post! Well said!
I so agree with you Bridget, actually the older I get the less I care about what I look like. I left you a huge message on your other blog.
Meredith
I couldn't agree more. I am a product of the 60's and we all did our own thing. I never got the itch to be anything other than what I wanted to be. I don't shave, wax or pluck. I don't paint or dye. I eat what I want and only exercise if it's something fun. The only fashion statement I make is when my Crocs match my apron. Do I think I'm beautiful? Who cares. I never think about it. I'm too busy doing cool stuff.
Thanks for sharing, Bridget. I will admit to getting caught up in the whole wanting-a-boyfriend-and-trying-to-look-good Rat Race as a young girl. It took another 30 years for me to escape. (Because it wasn't me, and I knew it, but didn't know how to break free.) The older I get, the more FREE I get -- about my looks and my preferences and . . . stating them. I wish I had gotten that message as a girl. (I didn't.) I'm sort of making up for it now! Thanks for speaking your truth. XO
"I get distracted and pet one of the cats, think about pie, wonder how close I am to the end of my current book ... "
Haha, how funny are you?
I just wish I didn't have to keep explaining to you that cake is better than pie ;)
Loved the post. Think for yourself. Crap, just think. :)
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