So, yeah. I need to feel a little more like myself. So I'm gonna do the larger than life thing at the music in the park night tonight.
I have slapped new color on my hair (stripes of Blood Red, Pimping Purple, and Burgundy Wine). I have my ankle length silky straight skirt with the slits to above the knee. A fitted 't' in violet with two tone stripes. And my new Aunt Frances from Practical Magic
black sun hat, finished off with black sandals.
I already have a small group who refer to me as the odd witchy herbal lady who lives up the hill. Time to be that "OMG, I could never pull that off!" woman.
Shock the young little thin girls who think that starvation rocks. Appall the dried up old biddies who think that anyone over 30 should fade quietly into the woodwork. Piss off the women my own age who are insecure and frustrated with how dull their lives have become. Wink at the businessmen who think I must be an uneducated trollop.
Tonight, by popular demand, the bitch is back.