The other day I walked into my favorite beauty supply to grab some quick dry for my nails. I was really in the mood to get a manicure and pedicure but knew I shouldn’t spend the money so instead I went and bought the quick dry drops, so I had a hope of nails lasting longer than 2 minutes.
The ladies that work in the store know our whole family since we all only buy our products there. We know the owners and like to support small local businesses, hence the reason we shop there as opposed to chain beauty supply store.
As soon as I walked in they started asking about Tabitha. “Where has Tabitha been? We miss her. She is so beautiful, has such great style and is super sweet..” They then started talking about my Mom and how she always dressed so fabulous and had such great style. Do you see where this is going?
Well, my favorite girl then said “It is great how Tabitha is just like her grandma. When they walk into a room everyone notices them. They are so fashionable and always look great.” I stood there listening, in my black tank, a boring knit skirt, most of my lip stick rubbed off, no jewelry on and flip flops thinking,”Wow, this is so weird.”
I wasn’t mad, jealous, or hurt, just kinda stunned. Why I don’t know. I guess because I spent the first 30 years of my life always trying to look my best. I always considered what I wore when I left the house and never exited without totally checking myself from every angle. My hair was always perfect as well as my make-up, which was always on. I looked through fashion magazines to study the trends and styles, loved to shop for new clothes and always had the newest and coolest of everything. If I couldn’t afford it for myself, my Mom usually chipped in to support the cause.
Everything has pretty much changed in my fashion department since Tiara was a little girl. If you read the blog, you know why.
I still like to look nice, but I don’t really care about fashion and clothes much anymore. I need comfort, affordability, and clothes that don’t wrinkle or need to be dry cleaned.
I never look in a full length mirror before I leave the house and I love the days I don’t wash, or fix my hair. I go without my make up at least once a week and stay in my pajamas as much as possible. I never read fashion magazines, why bother? It’s not like I am going to take Tiara to Target in high heels, tight white jeans paired with a dry clean only fabulous designer shirt. My life revolves around caring for her, raising the other two girls as best I can and being a good wife to Louie.
So as much as I like my evolution as a person and feel comfortable with who I am and the choices I have made, it still feels weird not to be included in the stylish group. I know Tabitha, Trinity and Lou understand why I have changed, but I also know it is weird for my Mom that I no longer follow in her foot steps.
I will admit when Tabitha or Trinity force me to shop, I can easily be swayed into wanting a bunch of cool stuff of which I can’t afford, so why bother looking if you can’t buy?
And the final piece to this whole thing is, if I had a bunch of money to spend on myself, I would still buy comfortable knit clothes and flip flops, I would probably just buy more of them.