I would like to say that I'm "put together" every time I step out the door, but then I would be lying. And truthfully, "put together" for me is certainly not Paris Hilton's idea of put together, either. I'm happy if I have the chance to blow dry my hair straight or even put on a little mascara. Forget having a good haircut. I keep going to the cheap place and I regret it every time...but it's cheap and I'm poor.
But until I had kids, I was always a bit judgemental about people wearing work out clothes in places other than the gym. I wondered why they didn't have the self respect enough to put on some nicer clothes. But then the kids came along and now I'm pretty lucky to even put on the work out clothes. And sometimes I have to get some food from the grocery store and as luck would have it, I don't have time to change. Luckily, it's cold and I can use my coat to cover most of it up!!
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Thanks for stopping by my blog! :)
I am enjoying your "Confessions"... I too have many of the same things. I go out sometimes without... gulp... makeup! Not very often, but there are times when I am so busy running out the door that I really, just forget to put it on. How weird is that??
Requiem for a Typical Church Lady
by Lisa Ray Turner
Rio Rancho, New Mexico
Volume 18 No. 1 (1993)
...frequently, I'd assumed I was talking to the gold standard of
[Church] womanhood and was chocked that she considered herself
atypical. If nobody would admit to being a typical [Church Lady],
where was she?...
I had often wondered whether diversity within organization was
possible. In every ward I'd attended, diversity among women was met
with suspicion. Labels were freely attached. Inactive. Working
mother. Liberal. Single. Childless. Oddly, some of the labels that
were merely descriptors carried with them negative connotations.
..If we are too anxious and overwhelmed, our relationships with each
other suffer. Sisterhood fizzles in such a volatile pressure-cooker.
Our friendships become counterfeit. Healthy, give-and-take
connections are not possible if we always wear our Sunday faces,
afraid our real selves are unacceptable. Sisterhood will elude our
grasp.
So, let's allow the Typical [Church Lady] to depart in peace. Give
her a eulogy and let her go. We don't need her any more! We have
living, breathing, fallible women to take her place. We can move to a
higher plateau of understanding and tear down the fences of
artificiality. We won't turn our heads from women suffering with
social problems that we will now admit exist in Church. We won't
raise our eyebrows when an unorthodox opinion is stated. We won't
christen each other with petty labels or expect everyone to be our
clone. We'll take a giant leap toward sincere, sweet sisterhood.
Good-bye, Typical [Church Lady]. We're secure without you. Go rest.
We all know you deserve it.
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Experiences vs. Expectations
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