I wore non-denim capris and replaced my usual ratty t-shirt with a black top that enables me to pass as normal. It is my go-to shirt for trying to pass as normal. I also wore leather sandals instead of flip-flops. I put on earrings and a necklace. I would have worn lipstick but I forgot about the tube that lives in the bottom of my purse.
Men have it so much easier. All T had to do was replace his white t-shirt. In T-land a short sleeved shirt that buttons up the front and has a collar means "dressed-up."
I would have put my wedding band on, but Florida weather usually makes my fingers swell. As a result, most days I cannot get my ring on. Or if I could manage to cram it over my knuckle, I would not be able to get it back off. Not being able to get my ring off triggers my claustrophobia, so I usually go ring-less. This morning was no exception. If the lawyer needs to see a ring on my finger to figure out us two old farts are married, then I guess it will have to be his problem, not mine.
My hair came out of the low, comfortable pony tail I am now used to wearing. I twisted and pulled it up on the back of my head with a clip. Now I'll probably go bald from all the pulling and twisting. It had to be done, though. Nothing weirds people out like an old woman with long, gray hair. Ageist crap. Actually, I might get it all cut off super short this summer. I don't think I can go through another Florida July or August with long hair. I would have to find someone trustworthy to cut my hair, though. You know how that goes. I'm not sure I am up for the hunt. Plus, I hate surrendering to bourgeois expectations. It is a matter of principle.
|Going against the grain|