I’m the first to admit that I’m not much of a frou-frou girl. I’m most comfortable in jeans and T-shirts, sneakers and a ball cap. I rarely wear dresses, and hate putting on make-up. There is no effort to glam up. Even when I go out with my family, unless it’s a special occasion, you get the unvarnished me.
That also means there is little to no landscaping… get your mind out of the gutter. I meant my legs. I hate to shave.. hate it, avoid it as long as I can. I am, however, marginally vain enough to prune the stubble if I am wearing shorts or a skirt in public. Wouldn’t want to scare the children.
When I go on my photo hikes, I wear shorts. It’s far too hot in the spring and summer to don my omnipresent jeans. That also means, at least once a week, the razor comes out and my legs are shorn of hair. At least from the hem of my shorts down.
Oddly, having smooth skin is preferable to the prickly hairs, but aside from that, I’m just too plain lazy for the upkeep. I have half-way decent looking legs, you’d think I’d use that to my greatest advantage. Still, too lazy.
I probably should make more of an effort to be ‘girly.’ I’m sure that the Mister would appreciate not having to endure the sandpaper treatment. He really is a saint. I wonder if he ever wishes he married a frou-frou girl.
Day 6 – 30 Days of Shamelessness: act “girly” or “manly” in a way you’d normally avoid.