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Why Getting "Gussied Up" Doesn't Happen Often Around Here

So I'll be the first to admit, I'm not a "girly" girl. Not often, anyway. There's no problem with that, really. I'm comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt and hoody. I usually have my hair back in a style that takes me about five seconds to do. And I'm definitely more comfortable wearing my glasses rather than contacts. My husband loves me just as I am and I am comfortable like that.

Most of the time.

For some reason, recently, I decided to get "gussied up". I thought that doing my hair, putting on clothing that was chosen with some thought and using makeup would give me some sort of professional appearance that would look polished and suitable for the world of retail.

Other women do it, I reasoned. Hell, I even used to do it on a regular basis when I was working in sales. And really, when I was using makeup and styling products I even wasn't half bad at it (mainly, I suspect, due to luck and practice). Surely, once I had perfected the knack of doing my own makeup, it would be just like riding a bike. Right? After all, how does one get OUT of practice with makeup. Right?

Wrong. So wrong.

Normally it takes me in the neighborhood of ten minutes or so to do hair and makeup and get dressed. Twenty five minutes if I need to shower.

It took me a good forty-five minutes into trying to get my hair to behave and a further half an hour or so to get my makeup to look less like a trained ape had been doodling on my face with cosmetics. In the end, it just isn't worth it.

This is why I like freelancing so much. The job is pretty much pants-optional a lot of the time and I have some pretty snazzy pj's.
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