HA! Yeah, no, I’m not about to tell you the heart warming tale of the day I “lost” my virginity – why do we use that particular word, “lost”? I didn’t misplace it, or put it down somewhere and forget where I’d left it. Hmmm. Anyway, my first sexual encounter was hardly epic enough to have ushered in my transition from tom-boy to womanhood. I’m not going to talk about the day I gave birth either. Although many would say that in life, childbirth is indeed what draws the line separating our lives as girls from those as “women.” I’d argue that point based on a number of factors that merit their own blog post. The least of which being that while childbirth is miraculous for sure, having a baby did nothing to make me any more a “woman” than being born with a working vagina.
No my friends, I’m here to tell you about a truly life altering moment that I thought would never come. But first, a little background if you will. I am not what most would consider “girly” or “feminine”. In fact, I’m quite “guy” like in many areas of my life – except for my love of high heels (which I didn’t learn to walk in until my late 30’s) and lingerie in bold colors with minimal frills. Dressed up for me used to be a nice pair of jeans, usually black, a pair of cute flats or when appropriate, some color coordinated sneakers, and a cute tee-shirt or button up shirt I didn’t have to iron. Now-a-days, when I dress up, I’m at least more likely to put on slacks, a dress, or a skirt with a nice top and my heels. Mind you, my every day wardrobe is still jeans, sneakers, and a tee-shirt or a button up I don’t have to iron. But that’s all about to change.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014 was the day I received, THE PURSE.
Isn’t she beautiful? She came with all you see here – the cosmetic bag, the wallet on a “string”, the umbrella and the scarf – everything a woman could want in order to step out in style.
Sneaky is right! As soon as I grasped the handles, after having tucked everything neatly inside, I was overcome with the sudden realization that my wardrobe sucked! I couldn’t be seen in public with such a stylish accessory in my usual jeans, tee-shirt, and sneakers. The horror!
And that’s when it happened. At that precise moment, I…became…a Woman.
Now mind you, I’m not about to go all, well…
That’s a level of glam that I can only dream of reaching. I am however going to switch up my casual wear to include some crisp cotton button down shirts – you know, the kind that look good with a scarf casually tied around the neck and can be worn un-tucked without looking as if you just didn’t give a damn before stepping out of the house. I’m going to exchange the sneakers for some comfy flats or heels that aren’t my usual four to five-inch platforms. They’ll definitely have a heel or wedge that can be worn almost all day without making me walk as if I’ve been hobbled in a horrific accident. I’m going to get a couple pair of slacks as well, maybe a jacket or two. Nothing too dressy or business like, but definitely a step up from the jeans / sneaker combo I’ve been seen in for the past 40 years.
At 47 years of age, I’m guessing it was past time for my clothes to catch up to my age. My chronological age at least. (giggle) If I were to dress in accordance to how old I feel? Well, let’s just say, they don’t make Garanimals in my size. 😉