girl stuff

On Wednesday, people kept telling me how tired I looked. When I got home, I found out why– I’d forgotten to wear makeup. I never realized it made any difference at all. I mean, yeah, I put it on in the morning and I can tell the difference between before and after, but I generally assume it wears off by lunchtime. No, I’m not going to go to the trouble of re-applying midday; I don’t even bother with lipstick. Folks may not notice when I do put it on, but apparently they do notice when I don’t. The next day one of my colleagues brought me her herbal sleep remedy. Hey, I’ll try it, and it was nice of her. It’s touching that my colleagues want to take care of me.
I also have a newish pair of shoes — navy heels. They turrned out to be a bit higher than I thought they were (I put them on, stood up, and bought them). They’re not even 2 inches high — OK, maybe 2 inches high — so we’re not talking about something shocking. But I’m very aware of them when I wear them. They’re tiring, for one, but — and I hate to say this — they do feel a bit empowering. Something about being taller, I guess. I stomp around, hoping I’m striding, but by the end of the day, I’m ready to kick them off.