You caught me right after I finally got around to changing out of my nightgown (had to get up at 6 today to finish a job due at 9 and didn't have time for primping) and putting on my support stocking (you need to be an 18-yr-old body-builder to do that without ripping your fingernails off and needing a lie-down after) before hobbling to the bathroom on my cane to don my stretchy pants and floppy top and fuzzy socks ...
Of course I'm not actually old enough to need the support stocking and cane permanently, they're just the sequelae of the snapped fibula, but hey, it's good practice.
Oh, and I'm with Clinton: I've got my long straight (thick and shiny) hair skinned back in an elastic, which is an especially unflattering look for me, but hair on my neck gives me some kind of pain/stress when I'm tired and working, and I no longer actually give much of a crap what the co-vivant sees when he looks at me. It's not like he's shaved all winter.
Or maybe he has by now. I tend not to notice.
I admit, though, I dyed my eyebrows last week. I'd let them go while I was too short to look in the bathroom mirror, being in a wheelchair for 8 weeks, and I realized that one had gone almost totally white in the meantime. When your hair is still its original golden dirt colour, mostly, and your other eyebrow is still largely its original dark self, that just offends nature, I figure.
So now I'm all fixed for going out to that demo to call for all porn to be outlawed and most men to be sentenced to have big scarlet Ps tattooed on their, uh, foreheads.
Do you know you don't seem to be able to buy eyebrow dye anymore? A clever drug store cosmetics clerk suggested I try men's beard dye when this batch I have eventually runs out. Beauty tip of the day!
left a word out, fixed it