As my hair goes, so goes my day

Do you ever have those days that even before you get out of bed, you just know? You just KNOW the day is going to give you heck? I had one of those yesterday.

It was a low self esteem day right from the start and it culminated in me feeling like a greasy spot on the road of life.

It started, as any bad day does, with my hair. It just wouldn’t cooperate no matter how much mousse or how much hairspray I used. Call me shallow, but as my hair goes, so goes my day.   And then for some odd reason, I pulled a shirt out of my closet that I don’t particularly care for but I wore it anyway. This shirt is weird because some days I really like the way it fits and other days it makes me feel matronly. Guess how it made me feel this day? I would have felt sexier in a muumuu. But I was running late and chose to just deal with it.  And to top it all off, my jeans were feeling super snug thanks to a Monday night binge that I don’t even want to talk about. So here I am, with bad hair, feeling all matronly and puffy. Not a winning combination.

So I go through my day trying really hard to make the best of it (and by that I mean I tried to just ignore it). After work I took the kids up to the school for a small art show presented by the Art Club that showcases all the art the students have worked on during the year. I have to say, my son has some talent! He drew a picture of an eagle using pastels (do you draw with pastels?) and it was really very nice. Of course he could have made a finger painting and I would think it’s good. But I’m getting off track here…

After the art show we were going to meet my husband for dinner after his eye appointment, and since we got out of there earlier than I thought we would, we decided to stop by the eye doc’s place and meet Shawn there.  My eye doctor is a woman who(m) we’ve known for several years. Her husband and mine have gone fishing together in the past, my husband has done some landscaping work for them, and she’s been our eye doctor for a couple of years now, so I am very familiar with her. She is also blond, tan, in her 30s and dresses impeccably. She always looks put-together and self assured.

Do you see where I’m going with this?

And of course yesterday was no exception. My kids and I burst in the door while Shawn is getting fitted for some frames and as always the doc is warm and friendly. I notice she has lost some weight – not a lot, maybe 20 pounds or so, but she looks great.

And tan.

And blond.

Guess how I looked? Well here, let me give you a visual:

Here’s how she looked -

And here’s how I looked-

Yeah.

I wish I could tell you that my eye doctor is mean and cold and uncaring, but…she’s not. She’s a very nice person, and I’m sure she has her own issues to deal with, but yesterday she was the very thing I aspired to be, but failed to be. And I know, I know, comparing myself to others is unproductive and pointless and bad for the environment (isn’t everything?) but when you are face to face with someone who is exactly the opposite of how you are feeling? It’s hard to just let that go.

Today is a much better day already – new shampoo will do that. My hair is cooperating, my outfit is much more flattering, and I’m not nearly as puffy (thank you water and treadmill), so I’m feeling pretty good so far. I’m thinking all of the positive thoughts I can think and trying hard to leave yesterday in the past.

I know that one of these days I’ll be on the other side  - I’ll be the confident, self assured woman and someone else will play the role of greasy spot, and I hope at that time I can remember to put my arm around her and say “honey, I know how you feel”. And maybe she won’t feel so greasy then.

Anyone else ever have this experience? Is there someone in your life who makes you feel like the greasy spot? Anyone have any hair products that are fool proof?

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6 thoughts on “As my hair goes, so goes my day

  1. Eh, I always feel like the greasy spot. Even when I’m put together and think I have all my ducks in a row… that’s usually when your skirt gets caught on your pantyhose, or you sit in paint. *sigh* The thing is, for better or worse? This is me. I’m a walking disaster meets tornado meets a junkyard meets a sloth. But this is me!

    I always like to think to myself that in the movies we all like the quirky, weird, NOT put together character. We love that character. I can freaking give that character lessons, I’m more her than SHE is. You and I? Those put together people must super-adore us ;)

  2. I always feel like (and probably am) the greasy spot when I hang out with my husband’s family. They are all so freaking thin and healthy looking (even though in truth they are not) and almost always are they put together and stylish even when wearing yoga pants and a sweat shirt.

    I can’t recommend any hair products (you don’t want to see my hair!) but I hope that today goes much much better and the days where we feel like the greasy spot only decrease!

  3. I used to LOVE my trolls!! I have more days where I feel stupid or useless. Not so much on the looks or lack of them.

    • Useless? Girl, you are a NICU nurse!!! You’re one of the most valuable people on earth, even if you are retired now!! And I’m sorry, but I’ve heard about those nursing courses – stupid people can’t pass those – they be hard!! Face it Sweets, you are smart and useful – deal with it. ;)

  4. You crack me up! Grease spot! Those pictures! HA! I knowwwwwww…. Oh, I really know.

    Danny was one of the youngest commercial pilots years ago and quite the hotty. He was working for a newer airline with many “newer” female flight attendants. He got hit on a lot and propositioned by gorgeous, dolled-up, fit women (and a couple of men – LOL). I was home fat, tired, and with baby spit-up on me. My clothes didn’t fit, and no matter what I did, I was never quite right.

    It’s taking me a while to get out of “giving up.”

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