Thursday, April 9, 2009

Don't get the wrong idea!

My post the other day about Frump Town, USA and my reluctance to become a middle-aged she-thing got me thinking. Some of my lovely readers mentioned feeling frumpy because they were reading the blog in their sweatpants with their hair up in a pony tail and their kids running around covered in various sticky substances. Well, I just want to clear some stuff up, lest you get the wrong idea about dear ol' Bev.

I am not glamorous or stylish in any way. I don't want to give off the impression that I am, since I value honesty above all things and besides, we might someday meet and I don't want you saying, "Jesus, Bev is a total hag in person!" So, let me paint you a picture of what the REAL Bev is all about, for those of you who I haven't had the pleasure of meeting me in "real" life. Yet. :)

1. I rotate the same work clothes all week long; I probably only have about 6 work outfits and I just mix and match the same tired crap all week long. Thank GOD I only work 4 days/week.

2. As I mentioned in comments, upon getting home for the night after work, I immediately discard the binding work duds and put on the raggedy scraps of flannel that make up my "comfy clothes." Favorites include green Life is Good flannel pants with giant daisies on them, blue plaid pj bottoms, and stretched-out black yoga pants that don't stay up very well, so I'm always tugging at them.

3. I do wear make-up, but not a lot. I will put on a touch of foundation for special occasions/going out, but most days it's just blush & mascara.

4. I don't even blow dry my hair unless I'm going out to be SOCIAL. The work asswipes get me with air-dried, frizzed out moptop hair. Hey, but at least I'm clean. They can suck it.

5. I only wear my contacts at work and for social stuff, so on days off I can be found with my Tina Fey glasses on, usually sliding down my nose because my little son keeps grabbing them and they're all stretched out now.

So, as you can see, while I go out of my way to look presentable around my friends and, to a lesser extent, my coworkers, when left to my own devices I live squarely in the middle of Frump Town, USA, and I'm totally ok with that. I just want to keep my residency part-time and not go all out into Zero Estrogen territory, ya know?

I had every intention of posting a couple of pics to illustrate my point, but it seems that I only uploaded relatively decent pics of myself to Photosucket, so I can't access the truly bad pics of myself until I get home. But, when not dressed up, I look a little something like this. ------>

End of public service announcement....


Harmony said...

It's sad, because I only put normal clothes on to go to town. And like you, as soon as I walk through the door I am changed in to my "house gear".

It's SO bad, that one of my neighbors (I only have 5) asked if I owned any jeans. LOL

BUT, when there is an occassion I do blow dry and straighten my hair..dab on some make up and wear real clothes. Outside of those occassions it's usually just me and my kids and 9 acres of dirt.

Samsmama said...

My normal clothes are so casual that my husband thinks I'm wearing pajamas. Daily. I further ashame him by putting on pj bottoms the second it gets dark. If not sooner.

When I (rarely) do my hair and makeup he tells me how gorgeous he thinks I am.

Lesson learned? If I set the bar really low, then it's just that much easier to perform like a rock star.

Mala said...

Don't believe a word, ladies. Bev is a total glam-hottie!

I, on the other hand, have rarely an occasion to get nicely dressed. I own a horse farm so there's no reason to even get all snazzy for work. It's sad that one day when I was actually hitting the town (i.e. dressed in a (gasp) skirt, hair in something other than a pony tail, and make-up) one of my boarders was so shocked she insisted on taking a picture. Nice. But that's just how I roll.

Matter Of Fact Mommy said...

bev, i am THE SAME. i totally sport the mascara and blush every day to work and that's it. unless i have to be presentable for upper management or do some shit for new hires -- i wear slacks (i hate that word), a sweater and heels every day. i have 4 pairs of pants and several shirts/sweaters. my hair is usually up in a ponytail after lunch... i don't give a fuck.

Bev said...

Have I told you all lately that I love you? If not, it is so. :)

Cary said...

Flannel pants with daisies give me wood that a cat couldn't scratch.

Bev said...

LMAO @ Cary! Well then, wait till you get a glimpse of my ripped old UVM sweatshirt. Meow! ;)