Last night I went to an art opening by myself. I enjoyed it but it was difficult just the same. People want to talk to me about the changes in my life and I am reticent. It satisifies thier curiousity and serves to put me into a fretful place. As I was leaving the event, I drove behind a car with the bumper sticker,
"You don't have to believe everything you think"
Fitting.
On the otherhand I got two compliments on my hair. I am one stylin' babe. Having never really fussed with my hair, or even had a hairstyle, it is fun to speak with women about the hair salon, the 'woman who does my hair'.
I also got several comments on my red clogs. They were an impulse purchase last year and I have never regretted a moment of it. I feel like a superstar in those shoes, and women everywhere comment on them. Every woman should own a pair of red shoes.