I never used to wear sunglasses on my head.
For one, I used to wear expensive designer sunglasses, and I didn’t want to stretch the frames.
And two, I thought it was a bit silly. Unless you are literally just coming off the beach, put your sunglasses away in your purse, Lady…you really don’t need to sport them all through dinner…when it’s raining outside.
Over the past couple of years, though, I have found myself singing a different tune.
I no longer wear designer sunglasses. Although a little part of me misses the mystique, I’m perfectly content buying my shades at Kohl’s.
Since both my hands seem always to be full, I’m grateful not to have to worry about my designer sunglass case, too. My $20 peepers get thrown right on top of my bag. And if they get a scratch? That will be camouflaged by all the tiny finger smudges, of course.
And I’ve discovered (or at least led myself to believe) that coolly pushing my sunglasses on top of my head makes me feel more put-together somehow…at times even glamorous!
I vowed at the beginning of spring no longer to dress like a hobo, to get up each morning and put on some Capri’s and a decent t-shirt.
I’m proud to report that, with very few exceptions, I’ve been living the dream the past couple of months.
I bought several new pairs of casual-yet-comfortable pants and picked up some new tees, and I even bought a cute new pair of flip-flops. I think it’s a great sign that the girls no longer ask, “Where we going?” when they see Mommy enter their room in the mornings.
I can’t say that I’ve managed to add the full spectrum of hair and makeup into the mix.
I still only wear makeup a couple of days a week, I’m guessing, on average. And some days just have to be ponytail days, depending on what how many chores I need to get done in the mornings before the girls get up.
Enter my sunglasses trick!
I don’t think a thing about running to the mall all fresh-faced with my hair pulled back. Perhaps I look like I’ve just run in off the beach (a mere 500 miles away), to do a quick errand…
…or perhaps I look like a harried mom who hasn’t taken the time to treat herself to a full hygiene regimen…
…but at least I have on cute Capri’s.
One step at a time, and mind over matter...and I’m running with it!