Some girls are quiet, and some won't shut up

It's been a long week of Not Blogging. I do not know where the time went.

That's me, pondering the passage of time. And, no, I did not cut my hair off, it's just up in a messy bun thingy. Some powder would go a little way towards minimizing my nose, I think.

I went bra shopping today with someone I do not know well. She is a dignified and understated lady from church, who is quiet and unassuming. She's just about as sweet as she can be.
I looked like a televangelist's wife from somewhere deep in Texas, what with my hot-roller hair and blue eye shadow. There could not have been two women more radically opposite in personality and demeanor. We really should have taken a selfie.

Whenever I spend time with people I don't know well, I sort of observe myself through their eyes. I imagine I do, anyway. It's alarming.
Do you do that?
Do you see yourself anew when someone else is getting to know you for the first time?
I found myself to be flamboyant, intense and really talkative, plus, borderline inappropriate. You may have noticed these things.

 

 

 

See?

Not to mention that I'm too fond of the webcam on my blog. It's the age of the selfie! I am not the age for selfies, true. I just had to take, like, 13 different shots in an attempt to smooth out the chicken skin on my neck and minimize the lines around my eyes. And my mouth. Webcams are not kind to mature women. Of which I am one. Notice the maturity?

 

Yes.

Moving on.

 

So, this delightful woman from church....her name is Carol. (Hi Carol!) The name Carol just always makes me think of music at Christmas time, and what could be better? She and I went shopping at Victoria's Secret because I had two sets of coupons.

That, and what better way to get to know a nice lady from church than to discuss lacy unmentionables?

I found it vastly amusing that after emerging from the fitting rooms, she and I had chosen identical sets. We each had the same undies, in the same color! This just goes to show that no matter how different our personalities are, we're really not that different underneath.

 

I so admire people like Carol. She doesn't draw attention to herself. She doesn't stick her feet in her mouth. She listens well. She seems so comfortable and settled. I have always wondered at people who can abide so beautifully still.

 

When I grow up, I am going to be still and stoic and controlled and also thin, on account of the self control. I'm going to be effective in a gentle way, and speak with a soft voice.

 

In my dreams.

And yet, God seems to have ordered things so that this planet is peopled by a wide array of personalities. Aren't people fascinating? For some reason, there must be a purpose to be served by vivacious, distractible narcissists, who say every single thing that crosses their minds. I'm not sure just what that purpose might be, but I have a great deal of confidence in our Creator.