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A Class Act


Have you ever known someone who always, but always, seemed to look like she stepped off the pages of a magazine? Yep, me too. I know a young woman like that. She can wear anything and make it look like she stepped off a fashion runway. Her hair and make-up are always perfect. Her clothes may be from Target or Ross but she looks like she shops on Fifth Ave. It's disgusting. If she wasn't so nice I probably wouldn't like her at all. But that's just it. She's wonderful. Sweet, outgoing, and totally not getting this fashion diva gift that she has.

I'm someone who can pull myself together. If the lighting is just right, I can even look passable. Then I walk out the door. The dogs have to say goodbye. Did I mention all three dogs have long hair? Then, inevitably the wind kicks in and all that hair flies every which way. And, no, I don't use hairspray. I know I'm supposed to. This is the Deep South after all. But I refuse to tease and spray, tease and spray, just so I can get hair that feels like, well, yuk. I was going to say bird's nest because I think that's the popular saying. But, honestly, a bird's nest is softer that teased and sprayed hair.

Another thing I've noticed is that with age, I much prefer flats. I can hardly remember the girl who loved those high heels. Well, I still like them. I just prefer to look at them in the closet. They're just not as comfortable as they once were. Maybe because I don't wear them too often. The last time I put on a pair of high heels was to attend a swanky art auction. No, my art was not included. This was fine art. Okay, maybe mostly prints of fine art but you get what I mean. I didn't want to embarrass the people I was with so I pulled out the black shimmer and high heels. I even did okay. No falls. No spills. No turned ankles. I accomplished this with a lot of worry and a great deal of prayer.

I don't really know what made me create the big-headed girls. Just fun. Just because I'm a little off and it seemed like the right thing to do at the time. They're fun, fashionable, and always pulled together. The kind of women you would like to have as friends.
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