I don’t usually put a lot of personal stuff here. This is after all, a blog about the gulch, not about me. But with not much happening here due to the fact that someone opened the gates of hell and flooded the place with heat and humidity, we have mostly been staying inside. I have been feeling both restless and bored. I have spent way too much time thinking about things I would have never given a second thought to before.
I have always been a tom boy at heart. I have never cared about or followed fashion trends. I have usually shied away from “girlie stuff”. I look for comfort, durability, utility and basic. While picking up the bedroom the other day, I found myself perusing my closet. It has a few pair of worn but comfortable jeans. Many probably too worn T shirts. A few sweatshirts, a few flannel (mens) shirts, two jackets (mens) and a winter coat, also a mens……..I am sensing a trend here.
There are no skirts, dresses or much in the way of feminine frippery. I can’t even remember the last time I wore a dress. Or a skirt. Or feminine shoes. Or even put on make-up. I keep telling myself that with my lifestyle, whats the point? Even my jammies are (for summer) mens boxers and wife beaters or (for winter) mens flannel sleep pants, sweats and mens thermal shirts.
Recently I have been thinking about cutting my hair. Usually I have no qualms when I think about doing this. My hair is long, reaching about half way down my back. The style I was thinking about is very short. This is something I have done in the past, looking forward to the change. But now, for whatever reason, I just can’t bring myself to go ahead and cut it off. It really needs to have a major trim, a good 3 to 4 inches of the ends are damaged, split and nasty looking. Plus I hate having hair in my face when I am working, especially in the kitchen. I wear it either up in a ponytail, or a braid or twisted up and held with a clip.
Two of the reasons that I can come up with for not doing this are: 1. Maintenance. I do want to have to go and have it trimmed back into shape. 2. I hate the stages of growing it out. Especially when it hits the stage of being too short to be long and too long to be short. Or maybe it is just that I would have to force myself to do more than wash and comb it.
Either it is one of the two stated reasons. or it is after taking stock of my wardrobe, I am afraid that I am turning into an old man. Or maybe I need to spend more time in the company of other women (hmmm, I wonder what that would be like…). I am usually either alone or I have just the company of Jeff2, and he always says I look good to him.
Or maybe it also has to do with the fact that our oldest daughter has recently joined us here at the gulch. She is not a die hard girlie girl either, but in contrast to her I feel like I have just become “one of the guys”.