“American girls are weather and noise
Playing the changes for all of the boys
Holding a candle right up to my hands
Making me feel so incredible…”
-Counting Crows

Somedays, I feel like such a girl. Lately, I’ve been feeling very girly and very moody and blah blah blah, and then somehow this morning the sun is out and I managed to get things done (even though I hated every minute of it) and didn’t realize until I got home that I went out in a pony tail, sweatshirt, and no makeup and to be honest wasn’t the least bit mortified. Didn’t care in the slightest. I had priorities, y’know. (Damn well better believe I didn’t forget my gloves. Or a warm vest).

I guess sometimes I wish I was the kind of person who wanted to be “on” all the time, but frankly, I’m just not. And it’s too bad, because I love the feeling I have when I’m all done up – the hair is done, I’ve got a little makeup on I love how I feel a tiny bit more together, and sometimes I feel pretty. And who doesn’t love pretty? By the way, my nickname for this eyeshadow I’m wearing in this picture is “stripper dust” because it’s glittery. By the end of the night, I tend to have glitter in places I didn’t start with, because it just kind of sparkles all over. It’s a pain in the ass, but a little bit fun. It’s weird, because I do feel so good when I’m all glittered up, but just can’t seem to be bothered to do it most of the time. And to be honest, I don’t totally mind that about myself. I would have a hard time being one of those women who spends more time getting ready to run an errand than she actually spends running the errand.

But even as I type, with a kid napping and plans for the evening and knowing how much better I feel when I’m a little more put together, I have yet to get off my ass and get done up. How long do you all spend getting yourselves together for the day (Yes, men too!). I’m trying to figure out just where I fall on the whole spectrum.