Week 9D

If I hadn't planned this, I would think I had experienced a manic episode.

My summer clothes came out of storage, and most of them were too big. (Hip-Hip-Hooray!...Wait a minute...That should be "Less Hip, Hooray!). I put on my regular work clothes and took a look at myself in the mirror. I looked frumpy with a capital FRUMP. My clothes were too big. My hair was too big. I decided it was time for a change. I made my hair appointment and called my mom for a shopping date.

Ok...Now I have to take a moment to explain how BIG that was. I absolutely hate shopping. I loathe shopping. I would rather do just about anything than shop. I despise malls. I hate mall air. I hate mall lights. I can't stand little mall mutts that run around looking for mall mutts of the opposite sex. Is it clear how much I detest shopping? I am definitely a bag-it shopper. I go with something in mind that I need. I find it. I try it on. If it fits, I look for it in different colors. I buy several of the same thing in the different colors. I leave. So, to call my mom for a shopping date was huge.

On Friday, we went shopping. I did my bag-it shopping, but I had to try on more than just one thing. As I was in the dressing room for the third time (which, I think, is personal best), I told my mom, "Ok, the two neurons I have delegated for shopping have just blown up. It's time to go so they can regenerate." I left the store with clothes...several items of clothes. And, they were all bright. I'm talking put-your-sunglasses-on kind of bright. I even bought a skort that is orange and pink with a hot pink shirt. Major changes for me.

Well, I had to buy shoes. I needed some shoes for spring and summer. I went to one store but couldn't find anything I liked. Then, it was time. I had to do it. I had to suggest (screech! screech! screech!) the mall. My mom did a great job of hiding her "my little girl truly is a little girl" glee. We went to the mall. She went with Jadyn so they could get something to eat. (She doesn't like to shop as much as she used to...maybe I've rubbed off on her, too.) I went to two stores and bought two pairs of shoes.

Friday evening, I showed all of my new clothes to my husband who loved them. Then, something very strange happened. I think it was some sort of possession experience or something because out of MY mouth I heard, "I saw this cute little pair of shoes but didn't get them, so tomorrow after our hike, I want to go BACK TO THE MALL and pick them up, and I might even look at some more clothes." Who was that woman? Dave must not have thought much about it because he said, "That's fine." Dave! Couldn't you tell that the woman standing before you was NOT your wife?! I mean it was my body, but who was in my head?

Saturday morning, I went to get my hair cut. I had decided to have it cut short. I did not want to spend another summer with hot hair. And, my hair doesn't get long...It gets big. So, I told Jan, "You know me and you know my hair (she's been cutting it for 12 years). I want something short and sassy that I don't have to use any tools on and that doesn't take me any longer to fix than I spend now, which is about 5 minutes tops." I think I lost 3 pounds of hair that day. I felt bald for several hours. It doesn't even move when the wind blows. It's short and sassy, and I love it. So did Dave.

So, Sunday at church was a brighter, shorter, sassier Jules. A new do and new duds gave me a new perspective. Any more brassy and I would have to be polished regularly.

I still don't like to shop.