Appearances

It has been a week! My first on reduced hours only I've still worked loads and am in a London meeting for the day tomorrow so it's not exactly been the opportunity to catch up I'd hoped for. Yet. It's easy to stay busy, I might have to encourage myself to take time out to reflect on the what next. Maybe the upcoming train journeys will be good for that.
I've had a couple of comments on my appearance this week. Firstly being called a gentleman. It's not the first time but it does get me musing on the judgements people make. And yesterday I went, somewhat reluctantly, for a massage. I have massive amounts of tension in my back and shoulders but feel aggrieved at paying an eighth of my week's wages on 20 mins trying to shift it. The place I go to also does nails and so i took it as a compliment when the masseuse said what beautiful nails I have, and asked are they real. It's all a bit odd, our fixation with how we look and the effort we put in. (They are real, I can't imagine anything else. I don't do anything with them, only file them when they break cos I'm too lazy to even get round to cutting them usually). I don't tend to spend either time or money on how I look, I don't have a beauty regime ( is this why I get mistaken for a man? Tho I know men who look after their appearance) my clothes are often literally falling apart at the seams. I do periodically shave my head tho cos it makes hair maintenance easier :-) One of the downsides of weekends on my own is that there's no-one to check my hair when I've shaved it. But what's the worse that could happen? I will go on my picnic with maybe a tuft or two and some people might think I look odd or unpresentable. And that doesn't matter at all. (I'm not immune tho.  It took a few shots before I was happy with how I looked in the photo...)