It has been pretty cold the past few days, but the sun is shining brightly. The wind is blowing briskly and scattering all of the Fall Leaves that are now on the ground. Standing in the sun, it’s tolerable. The house smells of yeast and gluten, and I hear the whirring sound of the bread machine and the humming of the washing machine. Bud has gone to a mill to look at some wood, so I am here alone today.
On such a beautiful Fall day, how could anyone feel ‘bad’? I have been back on the Flylady bandwagon. Flylady would say, “You’re never behind” and “Housework done incorrectly still blesses your family.” Let’s just say after all these years, I’m still ‘fluttering’…and I’m learning that ‘getting dressed to the shoes’ and ‘making myface’ and combing my hair, REALLY DOES make a difference in my day.
Case in point: I was emailing someone and trying to tell them HOW HUGE the turkey I’ll be cooking this year is, and describing it just wasn’t doing it justice. I tried taking a picture, but the sheer magnitude of this turkey was not being captured.
I finally asked Bud to take a picture of me this morning. Of course, with my hair pulled back in a pony tail, and no make-up on, I was a FRIGHT! I hadn’t gotten ‘dressed to the shoes’ and I had not ‘fixed my hair and face’ like I ought to have done. You are so RIGHT Flylady! It’s easy NOT to do it, seeing how we are living out here in the country and might not see people for days. I sent the picture, anyway, but I doctored it up first.
De-pressing! There is nothing like seeing a photo of yourself to give you a wake-up call. It was horrible. HORRIBLE, I tell you. So, I then began hearing Flylady’s voice in my head. I decided to see if I could still ‘clean up nice’.
Some of you reading my blog have followed my quest to grow old gracefully, ditch the dye, and let my gray hair grow in. Growing old is not for the faint of heart, but I’d much rather allow myself to be ME, rather than to feel like I’m in a race, and slowly falling behind.
When I was a child and I was being chased by the boys in our neighborhood (kiss -n- chase was a popular game in my hood), I knew I couldn’t win. They always caught me, no matter how fast I ran. I finally learned that it was much less stressful to just stop running, let them catch me, and get it over with, rather than wearing myself out when I knew they were gaining on me and would catch me, anyway. (NO, I didn’t enjoy those slobbery boy kisses at that age.) Growing in my gray hair and allowing myself to go ahead and age has been similar to that.
I’m getting to be an expert on Gray Hair. Gray hair is like the little girl with the curl on her head. When she was good, she was very, VERY good…but when she was BAD, she was HORRID! Gray hair is very much like that. You really have to work to keep it looking good, because when you don’t…it’s witchy-poo time.
I know women of a certain age aren’t supposed to wear their hair long, as it draws down their face, but when I take my hike in the Spring, I want to wear a Katniss Everdeen braid.
(Photo courtesy of Fanpop.com)
That is my goal. Otherwise, I never would have made it this far. Growing out hair is like…like…ugh. I don’t know…but I hate it. Since I’ll go days and days without a shower when I do my hike, I figure that wearing it in a braid will be the best thing to do.
Ironically, I first got my hair cut into a Pixie to cut all of the dye off on my Birthday the year ‘The Hunger Games’ first showed at the theater. The reason I remember this, is that I treated myself to a movie that day, and I went to see the Hunger Games. I didn’t even know what it was about, but knew it was a popular movie. Is there a cooler name than Katniss? Maybe I should name one of my chickens, “Katniss”.
Here is a picture of that Pixie:
Here are the pics I took this morning after I ‘cleaned up’ and got dressed to the shoes.
The Moral of the story is:
- Clean up.
- Put some Make-Up On.
- Take a picture in some really bright, natural light so the crevices and wrinkles don’t show up too much. 🙂
We’re going to have neighbors over for Thanksgiving. (The Soap Lady and Son). I’m very excited. It’s so much more fun to cook for more than two people, and Bud and I really enjoy their company. I’ll be making the whole she-bang. I’m still debating on how to cook the turkey. It’s almost too big for the pan. Thanks to Sissy, I have an excellent potential fallback method to cook this turkey. 😉
Since I am non-glutinous and mostly Low Carb/Paleo, I haven’t been making bread products; however, I’m ‘practicing’ today…making some yeast rolls. I want to make sure I have a good recipe to protect against ‘flops’ on the Big Day. Bud will be the one taste-testing. On Thanksgiving Day, however, I’m throwing caution into the wind. I’m going to yell, “Wahoo!” and stuff my face with all sorts of forbidden morsels. 🙂
Hope you all are dressed to the shoes and are having a beautiful day today!