When I was about nine years old I loved to watch older girls. I loved their clothes and nylons and make-up and, most of all, their wonderful wonderful hair. How did they get those lines around their lips or their hair to form perfect feathered wings that met in the back? I could not wait to be grown up, and figure out the secrets of lipstick and curling irons. Almost twenty-five years later I’m still waiting. Honestly, how do you women who manage to tolerate hose and have real hairstyles that require heating implements and gels manage it? How do you stay committed to lipstick? I’m STILL so stinking jealous of the hairspray girls. Our new hospital manager stopped by our office today, and she was wearing a suit with matching heels, had perfectly coifed hair, lipstick and a manicure. I was there, all schlubby post-call in khakis and comfortable flats. I think (maybe) I had put on mascara. I can’t find the extra hour in my day to commit to grooming. I feel bad about it. Although, obviously, not bad enough to get up an extra hour early.
In other news, be sure to check out the Etsy for Emily site, because Lauren has added an adorable hat, and is clearly a much better knitter than I will ever be. She’s awesome, and so is everyone who has linked and donated. Thanks, guys.
