I am not a vain person.
Okay, I am a vain person but I'm not freaky about it. If I have to run to the store without makeup on, I'm okay with that. Life happens and sometimes I don't look my best. Whatever.
BUT, this morning I headed to the mall with Squish to walk because, let's face it people, I'm bordering on GIGANTIC. On days when I know I'm going to walk, I don't put on makeup, I don't do my hair, I just pull on my sweats and get to it. And I see tons of people, walking away, all makeuped and pretty and I think, why? You have to go home and shower and start all over again and isn't that really just a waste of time?
So there I was, waddling away, frustrated that every lap was harder than the previous and counting the days to delivery. After letting Squish play for a bit on the toys, I picked up a few things at Old Navy and started to make my way out of the mall.
Then I saw him. That person you know and that for some reason, you really don't want to see looking like this. All sweaty and blotchy and just plain nasty? I tried to pull my sweatshirt tighter around me, willing the zipper to magically connect and cover up the girth that is my belly when dang it! He sees me too!
"Hey Karen! How are you? Out early this morning, huh?"
"Uh, hi there, BISHOP."
The sad thing, well, one of the many sad, sad things, is that I think he thinks I was just at the mall doing some shopping. Like my pride is so low that what I was wearing seemed like an appropriate thing to wear to the mall. Like it's perfectly normal not to care about hygiene or clean hair or clothes that fit properly. Wanted. To. Die.
To cheer myself up, I came home, showered, threw on my cute new shirt from Old Navy and headed to Subway. Me and the Subway lady have become fast friends, probably because she seems me at least once a week. A veggie sub is what I am currently craving and she makes mine to perfection. She also tells me how cute I look and that it's so nice none of the weight has gone to my face and that I just have this perfect little baby bump. I heart her. She is my 2 minute psychologist and she makes me feel better about everything.
So now I wish I had a reason to head to Mutual tonight so I could show him that I really do have a little bit of pride left. That I am conscious of how I look. That I do think it's wrong to smell in public. But whatever.
19 comments:
Hah! I'm sure he didn't even notice, but you could always whip up something nice and drop it by so he could see you are very hygenic and domestic, as well!
I'm with Heather. I bet he didn't notice. Men are good like that ;)
At least you are out there walking:) I'm also w/ Heather:) just pop in unanounced and see how good he looks when he's comfy...
Oh and by the way, You always look great whenever I see you!
Dang! I hate when that happens! I am a tiny bit vain too. I have to be deathly ill to not try to look good even going to the doctor's office!
What a good friend to have at Subway, maybe we should all start going to her. 5 bucks for sub and feeling better about your self, way cheaper than 150 at the shrink!
Oh, you make me laugh. I'm sure he didn't care. But I would feel the same exact way.
Yay for the nice Subway Lady! And you do look great!
hmmmm! This kind of reminds me of when someone came over to my house last week and I looked HID.E.OUS!
Paybacks a .....
I love ya Karen :)
Hey! I saw you this morning and thought you looked fine. Then again, before you came to the door I had just zipped my sweatshirt over my bra and still had bed head so my perception may be a bit screwy...
Karen, this post was funny! I know you don't think it is, but you are quite the writer. The one thing I love about our bishop, is the fact that he's so easy going. I agree with everyone else. He didn't notice. He saw you and wanted to acknowledge your presence. Plus, I guarantee, he still thinks your family is great!
I heart YOU Karen! Thanks for the laugh at your expense!
Too funny Karen. This is what happens about every time someone stops by my house.
Every time I run to Walmart with no makeup and my hair in a ponytail, I'll run into a gazillion people I know. Then the one time I'm actually put together I don't see a soul I know. At least you didn't run into an ex-boyfriend. HA!
I love your stories. Your bishop is one of my favorite people. He was probably glad to see a friendly face. Your subway lady is just what everyone needs.
Your bishop is an eye doctor. That's all he notices anyways. And girl, you have the eyes. Makeup or not. Yowser.
Never worry, men are totally clueless about fashion and all things that relate to it. Just remember your prego and that is the best excuse for everything.
Oh, I love to hear when this happens to other people and NOT JUST ME!! Although if it was me, it wouldn't have been my bishop (who has to love us for who we are), it would have been my ex-boyfriend or some girl I went to high school with who looks even more like a model now. In times like that I just have to keep telling myself, "I know I was walking, I know I would never just come here looking like this, and that's all that matters."
First of all,what is the Bishop 1st ward.....doing in the mall? He is always around town! His wife must be giving him honey-dos!!!
Karen....I saw you this morning and didn't even noticed you looked hideous? I did notice the cute blue shirt afterward! So...cute! You always look great!
I dont' really like girls who look cute when they exercise- why do your hair and makeup twice in one day (I am doing good if I do it once a day). I bet the bishop didn't even notice!
You know, you could really look at this as a blessing. He might have been thinking of you for the SUPER BIG CALLING of all time, but then seeing you reminded him that you are maybe a little preoccupied at the moment and that SUPER BIG CALLING might just not be just the thing you need. You never know.....
I love the maked-up women. I work at the TCCC and love my "lipstick ladies". They come in with lipstick on and leave with the same amount of lipstick on (no re-application neccessary.) It only makes me internally giggle when they say things like, "I just don't know why I can't drop this weight. I workout every day!" I think (never out loud), "Uhm, maybe you might want to try to at least break a sweat while you're here?"
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