Most of the time I schlep around in clothes that are chosen for two reasons – they are clean and they are comfortable. I still wear my maternity clothes to the gym, I accessorise with a baby carrier and, given that most of the roads here are made from dirt and dog poo, my preferred footwear is a pair of rubber thongs (that’s Aussie for ‘flip flops’!).
However, this has been an unusually social week and I have had more than one opportunity to wash my hair, slap on some lippy and strap on a pair of pretty heels.
Mostly, I limit my evening outings to one a week, if that. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE going out. I love talking to grown-ups. I love a glass of wine (or two) but the knowledge that I will lovingly be woken up by the princesses, who invariably rise at 5:30am when I have had a night out, keeps me sensible (most of the time).
But this week two lovely expat friends and their families are moving on to new adventures so I have been dragging my increasingly unimpressed liver out on a nightly basis to celebrate to their significant contributions, professionally and personally, to the community here.
Anyway, I digress (how surprising!).
Being a small town and and an even smaller expat community, everybody knows everybody, at least on a superficial level. So, at these events, I have seen most of the wonderful women I know: the gals I go to the gym with; the lady I see EVERY TIME I pop into the grocery store for milk; the teachers, doctors lawyers and other gifted women who work here ; my dear yummy mummy friends. All the ladies of the town have been out and about this week in their ‘posh frocks’.
…and all these women looked astonishingly beautiful.
I am not talking about their beautiful spirit , their compassion or strength of character (although, in many case’s I could). I am being completely superficial. All of these women LOOKED amazing.
It was so affirming and fun to be in their company. I wanted to be like them. So I studied their secrets (red wine in hand) and this is what I learnt from looking at the pretty ladies this week:
- Frocking up is meant to be fun. Revel in the opportunity.
- Dress to make yourself happy, forget about trying to impress anyone else
- Growing older isn’t growing ugly
- Flaunt your assets (don’t pretend you don’t know what they are)
- Wear your battle scars with pride
- Embrace your personal style, ignore fashion
- Accessorise, accessorise, accessorise
So thank you ladies to each and everyone of you I would like to say…
YOU LOOK FABULOUS!