I had one of those days where nothing worked out for me in the beauty and fashion department:
I had a blowdrying/gel accident and the part in my hair was wonky all day
I wore the pair of pants that I passionately hate (they’re cotton and get progressively bigger as the day wears on until they are two sizes too big), but they were the only pair that was ironed this morning
Same with wearing the “bad bra”: I wore the nasty cheap-ass one that makes me want to rip by boobs off from itchification halfway through my work day
I wore a shirt that I hate and should have thrown away three years ago (the collar facing won’t stay put)
I’m having a 40 year-old chick hormonal surge: Giant chin zit and greasy nose and forehead
Oh, sometimes when I get rained on (in Portland - imagine that!), my hair looks pretty doofus-y. And if I’ve absent-mindedly rubbed my face around the eyes, I’ll get dark smudges of makeup around them that look pretty bad. Then, there’s the combination of pants that are just a tad too snug with undies that creep up, causing the VPL - which I hate! And my face can break out on occasion as well.
The cowlick at the back of the crown of my head was standing straight up when I got up, and after I repeatedly soaked it brushed it downt, it’s still at about half-mast. That patch of dry scalpy skin between my eyebrows is acting up, and it still looks cruddy after thick applications of foundation. Speaking of eyebrows, I’ve spent ten minutes tweezing them and there are still crazy stray hairs all around them.
Chin zit? Yeah. I know your pain, Jennshark.
I’m wearing the black slacks that are too big in the waist and hips and just a touch too short. I need to just give them to charity, but I don’t have any money to buy new clothes. My cardigan is really pilly, especially on my left tit, because that’s where the velcro on the pocket inside my coat hits. I need to get a new coat without velcro on the inside, but . . . But good thing I’m wearing a cardigan, because my cami has deodorant on it. My shoes are covered with mud because it’s muddy out. And groping around in my sock drawer in the dark, I accidentally grabbed the black socks that are faded to dark brown, which are fine for wearing with brown slacks, but not so good with the black high-waters.
Upon arrival at work, all of the parking places are full. Then as you walk in, you see that the waiting room is also full, and most of the orders are “Stat”. You see that there are a half dozen barium enemas on the schedule. Two of the rooms are down. Three people called in sick, and two are on vacation. The interns are all new, and the staff radiologists are all in a meeting.
Worst, you’ve already been seen, so it’s too late to turn around and go home.
Rolled out of bed after 1 hour of sleep. I had a horrible, horrible headache, and was still wearing my clothes from the night before, minus the tie that was holding the top part together, making it less low-cut. I was also rather sick, and had to be across campus to iron costumes for an afternoon theatre performance. I gave up on trying to tame the frizzy mess that was my hair. I was also limping, as I’d managed to hurt my ankle a few days before.
Then, in between the ironing and the actual show, which I also had to be at, I went back to my dorm to take a shower, as I felt completely disgusting. And my hair actually turned into icicles on the way back to the theatre. I was not happy.
My hair is fried and frazzled, all my clothes are in the wash, my computer dies, I’m late for the bus, I miss an assignment in class / I get a bad mark, I don’t have time to eat lunch, I don’t have enough money for the bus home, I get home to a bunch of chores, there’s nothing to eat for dinner, I can’t get to sleep.
Hungover, hair unwashed, sunburned all over, baggy clothes, forgot to shave my armpits, bad cuticles, and my contacts were bugging me, making me look like I have pinkeye.
I know this isn’t a “male-oriented” thread, but still:
The recently fixed right leg: still pretty much horrible.
The neck-brace: don’t help.
Sadly, the blade on the razor is absolutely blunt (to think that I asked for a mirror witness its absolute inefectiveness… :rolleyes: )
The mysterious swelling of the right eye didn’t present itself, but, we never know, it might turn up tomorrow.
Any time I don’t get enough sleep. Everyone can tell. I get bad dark circles and lines under my eyes and I just look…well…tired! The crappy part is that I usually don’t feel tired, but I just look like crap. Today is an example of one of those days.
Also when I wear a certain pair of pants that are slightly too small because all of my other pants are dirty and I feel constricted all day. Also they’re ALMOST but not quite too short and I feel like I look like a retard and WHY DON’T I JUST THROW THE DAMN PANTS AWAY! I don’t know. Because sometimes they’re the only clean pants I have.
My hair’s frizzy from humidity, or it’s limp and flat from too much conditioner. Probably yanked back into a careless ponytail.
I’m breaking out and bloated. Maybe I have a cold. Hell, maybe even a cold sore.
Dark circles under my eyes and I can’t be bothered to find any concealer.
The nailpolish I put on last week and haven’t gotten around to taking off yet is peeled and cracked. Plus the color doesn’t match what I’m wearing at all.
I’m wearing my jeans fresh out of the wash and they’re too tight, giving me a tummy squish when I sit down. So I have a too-big sweatshirt or sweater on, to hide it. Or I’m wearing my slightly-too-short pants and they’re flapping around my ankles. And I’m wearing my uncomfortable bra. Why don’t I throw that thing out?
And the weirdest thing of all? Days like that are the days I seem to get the most attention from men.
Sounds as if some of us should have a good old fashioned nasty bra burning party!
I grew up poor and have real difficulty throwing out clothing that is not in actual rags. Therefore, I think I’m doomed to wear my itchy bra from Hell until it falls apart.
Seriously, why DON’T we throw away clothes that we know don’t look good on us?
Just the other day, I pitched a shirt that was too short and a bad fit - but I’ve had it for two years! And I have 5 more that are just like it! What prevents us from just tossing them out? We know we’re going to miserable wearing them…is it the money we spent? The hope that it will magically look good one day? The idea that it can’t be as bad as it seems to you?
After work, I’m going to go home and do some serious closet purging.
