I like flip flops because they are easy to put on.
I like big shirts because they don't bind or ride up or show bumps and lumps that aren't attractive.
I like men's shirts because they are comfortable and they make the arms long enough for me.
I like bangle bracelets, LOTS of them and in silver. I like silver.
I like cuff type bracelets in sliver. I like to wear all of them together.
I don't wear rings of any kind. Don't like diamonds. Never did like wearing a wedding band. When I was first married I took it off so much to wash my hands that I ended up forgetting where I put it. Then John's got stolen in the hospital when he had to go in after mangling his finger, over in the shop, with some machine. Well, if he wasn't going to wear one then it left me off the hook.
I try to wear earrings. I've had my ears pierced and re pierced many times with the intent to wear them. It never lasts long.
I'm basically lazy when it comes to how I look. I forget to put in the earrings.
I like pastel colors and black. I like bright colors and black. I love turquoise the stone and the color. When I wear pink people say I look happy and healthy. When I wear black they pat me on the shoulder and ask if I'm tired.
In winter I wear German made clogs that gay men stop me on the street to tell me they like my shoes. In summer I wear Crocs when I'm not in my flip flops.
When I was growing up my mother told me that women who wore flip flops were hussies and lazy. When she saw my pink Crocs she told me I looked like Minnie Mouse.
My mother puts on makeup every single day and she's 83. She wears bright blue eyeshadow, a lot of it. She has round pink circles on her cheeks and bright red lipstick. She sprays on perfume like it's her last day on earth and wears bright colored mumu's to lunch. She sits at a table of elderly men who when she finally returned from her six weeks away at the hospital and rehab, for her broken ankle, asked her if she had had a nice long nap.
You won't see when I'm walking on the street. I'm invisible.
I look like a lot of women out here in the Midwest. In fact, often someone will tell me I am the spitting image of so and so or cousin Emma.
Because, I know all about string theory.
I KNOW that there are more of me out there.
Why I bet Bea D is having chocolate right this minute.
And, Bea A is sewing up a storm.
You go girls.