I spotted her at Safeway yesterday. She smiled at me over the tomatoes. She wasn’t hard to see, but she was invisible.
She had on wrinkled, beige pants that may have been 15-20 years old. They were clean… but totally un-stylish.
She was wearing a floppy hat that had seen better days, but was protecting her face from the sun. I don’t remember her top. It left no impression. She wore no makeup.
Her shoes looked comfortable and totally utilitarian. They were beige too.
There was not one stylish or chic thing about her appearance. She had a happy, carefree smile on her face. She appeared to be enjoying her day as much as I was. She wasn’t much older than I am. Perhaps late 60’s, but looked much older.
I wondered why we were so different in the value we place on our appearance. Were our priorities were simply different?
As I watched her, I felt her lack of concern for what anyone thought of her appearance.
I briefly envied her freedom from concern. Not caring a bit, what anyone thought of how she looked. I wished I could be so relaxed about my appearance.
I can’t remember feeling that way. Ever. I’m not judging her. She looked blissfully happy. Each to her own!
My confidence would be shot to hell if I went out looking the way she did. I was raised by a mother who never left the house without fixing herself up and it rubbed off on me. Some may call that shallow. For me it’s personal pride. Sure, I have days when hope I won’t run into people. But they’re seldom.
Did I meet the invisible woman who is happy to fly under the radar?
I think I did. And she’s very happy with her look, her life and her appearance.
I wondered if I may be like her in 20 years? I doubt it. We simply have different priorities and values.
Do you ever wish you didn’t care if you looked well dressed? Nicely put together. Stylish?
Of course I could be projecting. She may have just given up caring what she looks like.
Ever see women like this? What do you think when you see her?
Style Your Day Beautifully,