The Inner Girl Comes out to Play

Well, I decided I needed a massive makeover.

I got a little tired of the chignon on the back of the head look, the wise aging crone thing was becoming rather tiresome to me.

Inside lurked this young girl, shame no one could see her but me.

I looked at the physical assets I still had:

Thick hair, though greying, not a bad thing I should add, but boring, oh so boring.

Laughing blue eyes.

Breasts. I’m serious. Many of my friends have had life saving surgeries on theirs. Some have had double mastectomies.

OK, I sez to self. What have you always wanted and never had?

Red hair, I responded, an outrageous never existed in nature red, kinda spikey but not that awful shaved look some older women get, moussed messy but with a bit of a hang to it.

Ah g’wan, go for it, sez I to I.

So I did.

Cut it all off, sez I to the delighted shearstress. And dye it the brightest red in the books.

That got everyone’s attention in the salon. They all gathered around me.

Two hours later and we all admire me in the many mirrors about. No mistaking this red. Fire engines would be jealous. I toss my head experimentally. Gawd, but it’s been ages since I tossed my head.

Next on the agenda:
Where the grandgirl buys her clothes. I know they have purple trousers because she bought a pair there. Thank Maude she doesn’t read this blog.

The purple pants are just bloody awesome, I can’t believe what they do for me with the red hair. And I find a purple top with lace, tight, that frames the décolleté. How many years since I had décolleté I ask myself? And what a gorgeous word that is. I must use it again.

Then a long black cardigan to give a tiny nod to the granny status. It looks thoroughly amazing with all the purple and the red. I can swoop about in that, opened like a cape of course, you wouldn’t want to miss the décolleté and the funky pockets all over my pants.

Then a new eye shadow that matches my eyes. To girl me up a little more. And why not the sapphire blue mascara. And oh yeah, the red eyebrow thingy to match my new hair. And some spectacular lipstick.

I haven’t felt this well put together in bloody years.

I just might go back for the orange pants.