I’m disappointed. It appears a majority of people just don’t give any f*cks at all about a lot of stuff—including their appearance.
I’m no fashion model. I’m no expert. But I’ve always tried to look presentable even on days I’m going to the grocery store or for an acupuncture session. I wear clean clothes. Put on minimal makeup so I don’t frighten children. Spritz a little spritzy good, yet subtle smelling stuff on my skin.
When it comes to a special occasion, I put the effort in. My husband puts the effort in. We do this for each other. Yes, it takes a few extra minutes to get dolled-up, but it’s worth it.
The hubs and I went out for dinner on Valentine’s Day. We’ve been together for eight years, married for nearly five, and we are comfortable with each other. We see each other in our “comfy clothes” every day. But when we go out, we look presentable. For VDay, I wore a sexy red blouse, black pants, black boots, good makeup, nice hair, and jewelry. The hubs donned his one-time-a-year black tie with red hearts. It made his outfit pop.
We were amazed that only two other couples in the to-capacity restaurant were dressed for the Day of Love. A few people had the color red on. Most folks looked like they wore what they did to bed. Or to Walmart.
It takes just a few minutes more to try. And it’s more than the appearance—it’s the celebration. Life really is short. It really does pass by so quickly. That’s why I believe we need to celebrate things in life. We don’t know if we’ll get to celebrate next year. Find a red or pink shirt. Put on red lipstick if you don’t have any red, ladies. Guys, clean yourselves. Throw on the one sport jacket you have. Do it for each other.
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