yesterday was a definite case of the mondays.
more like a baker’s dozen.
i rpm’d my quads afire; only to find myself in the same spot at the start of my playlist.
at the market, i stood behind a real life orange county t.v. housewife.
actually i stood behind her giant breasts.
i thought maybe she was the fancy, new dairy case; dispensing milk in her free time for extra cash.
i’m all for a great set of jugs, but 3 o’clock in one’s afternoon is a teeny, tiny early for nippleage, no?
4:30 and you can pop that areola right out honey!
i’m going to give her the benefit of the doubt. maybe when she left the house she didn’t see her blouse was missing.
it’s hard to see when you’re false eyelashes rival jet planes.
this is a trend that is getting more severe and common ’round here.
the lashes are getting longer and thicker and heavier.
how much more can those lids take? it’s not sustainable is it?
my pilates business is going to have to include post-rehab exercises for lash use.
soon, the poor little OC eyelids are going to need their own support groups and reach-out hotlines.
shopping carried on {me sweets, her chardonnay}.
then i had another round of tuck & squeeze and spin class.
not my typical classes. i brought my nervous, knotted stomach with me into sub.
i know it’s evening and our gym does have a bar….
but the amount of makeup and done up hair had me longing for my own face-robe.
designer bags to match dictated personalities.
once again i feel apart, cast out, {flat chested}, not belonging, in this town i call home.
My dearest Katie~
This is an instance where feeling "left out" is a very, very good thing! Kisses! 🙂
I'm so glad you don't fit in there. To me, it means that I have a smart, witty, classy friend instead of a fake, insecure one.
That's because you are REAL my friend. Go REAL! 🙂
glad to hear I'm not the only {lovely} that felt this way yesterday. I felt as if I couldn't spin fast enough to make up for my lacking and I left class disgruntled as I let the 18 year old blonde bimbo in front of me beat my sorry behind to the imaginary finish line.
here's to Tuesday.
xoxo
Loving the fashion spread. And thank you for confirming my first impression of what I saw 3 years ago and then went on to spend endless amounts of time regretting not moving to Newport instead of the burbs. Well, there's pros and cons everywhere you go…haha I would've loved to have seen that market scene on tape!
xo Mary Jo
It's all about finding the people you do fit in with, no matter where you are. I'm really all for bringing being a real woman back in style (honestly, I think it never went out of style).
Southern California is such a different world.
Never feel left out. Genuine is never "left out."