Yesterday I was somewhat mortified when the doorbell rang at 12:30something to greet some fellow looking to cut down trees and what-not. Embarrassing to admit, but I was dressed in PJ's, woolly vest and trainers, paint roller in hand.
Of late I have become so immersed in either art or home projects that it has been hard to find the human being inside it all!
Tonight however, I had the opportunity to don my 6" heels, small black skirt (which seems to get longer the closer I get to 50!) and get out to meet and greet intelligent life form.
It truly was a revelation and probably long overdue. Limmo'd into town to sip wine and make decent conversation with people of diverse culture and background was a rare treat. I got to trot out my rusty French with a fellow "Alien", yabbered away with an Aussie who has been in town longer than me and generally had myself a good darned time!
Perhaps there are some upsides to being married to a Banker? What's in YOUR Wallet? Life or Ho-Hum?