Girls Girls Girls

Here is what I am observing about the women that exude femininity in my world. They have curls, wear skirts, wear heels, have a kick in their step, they smile brightly and dye regularly. They sometimes drape just the right scarf in just the right way. They don't leave the house without a little color on some part of their face and something hanging from their neck or wrist. They have a bag clutched or hung on the arm that others look at and want.

They move slowly and quietly.

Many of the women around me today had these things and wore them with ease. I had a meeting with the women from my church today - one of the many reasons I love my church.

I noticed the woman with the smart white coatish half jacket with the bold black buttons. She had a sweet face to match the class of the outfit. Then there was the curl covered speaker who just oozed with femininity and didn't need her sweet husband nearby to prove it, but he was there too. Her features were fine and speech was on point and confident. It was wonderful.

I also noticed the cute, some even hand-craftedly beautiful necklaces and matching earrings and handbags. It was amazing and I want it all.

I was not part of the oozing.

I found myself getting back to my house just in time to throw on a brown cotton dress and a covering paired with my brown, round toed, 3 year old (and it shows) flats. No shower in 2 days, not even a brush through the hair. The whole ride back to my home I was thinking I shouldn't go because I am still without nose and with cough and mucous.

For me debating always ends with a yes. I am glad that it does.

It was lovely. I was inspired to be.

And I will try for femininity next time because that's what I want to exude.

Follow Your Nose

Dear Nose,

Could I help you find a way to smell again? Is there something I can do? I tried blowing the stuff that seems clogged up there, but I think it has sealed itself tightly like crazy glue on two index fingers. It doesn't seem like I can get anything between it and the gentle wall of my nostrils.

Do you know of any way?

I tried nasal spray last night and it nearly burned you inside and tonight I tried some sinus medication that said it would relieve you. You seem like you aren't as angry, but you are still not letting air pass through. I don't know what that is about.

Do you feel like I don't appreciate you? Because I do. I really really do.

Especially with you being gone for so long.

Thank you for helping me taste things. I think I made the best plaintains ever and the best curry chicken ever this weekend, but I can only make those judgements based on my eyes. I want to thank you for helping me smell my son's poops so I didn't have to sacrifice my finger by plunging it forth into the back end of the diaper.

I didn't mean to take you for granted. Will you please come back to me so we can work together the way we used to. Remember the days when we would track down that sippy cup under the couch together? And when we would search out the stinky fish to keep Annie B away from (Annie B is the bestest dog ever)? Or what about when I would be like 2 days past a shower and be able to sniff myself out and know that it was SURELY time for a shower? Remember those times?

Maybe you will be back some day.

I miss you nose.

From,

Me