Morning all and Happy Monday. I actually woke up this morning feeling ready to go. Five minutes before my alarm went off. I’m sure that will make me off balance later, but for now I am actually feeling pretty good, so let’s start the morning prompt.
I didn’t actually get to the story, but there are some interesting things to play with here. Not sure if this would fall into the character I use somewhere else camp or develop into its own story later. But it is good to have either way.
Monday, October 7th: The dress was an electric blue.
The dress was an electric blue. Used to a more neutral color palette the dress stood out starkly. I looked to my wardrobe. Tan and brown in varying shades dominated. There were also some washed out pinks and a couple of oversized gray sweatshirts for variety. I also had black leggings and some faded jeans that were more grayish in tone than blue.
Next to the electric blue dress all the rest of my clothing looked drab. I studied the dress. It was something designed for someone who wanted the spotlight. The color alone said look at me. It practically demanded it.
I wasn’t a spotlight sort of person. I was a work in the background sort of person. It was my firm belief that if no one noticed me, I could avoid the drama and be left alone to do what I wanted to do. A lifetime surrounded by overly dramatic people taught me that.
Still there was the dress.
Not wearing it wasn’t an option. This was what was picked out for me. I was just going to have to make the best of it.
Luckily the dress arrived with matching shoes and handbag. Certainly nothing I had would match the ensemble. I hung the dress on the hoot on the back of the door and decided I would start with my shower. Bathing would allow me time to think through what I was going to do with my hair. The dress fairly demanded that I do something instead of letting it dry naturally, pulling it back into my habitual ponytail.
‘And dealing with my hair will let me think about my makeup.’ I suspected my normal mascara and lipgloss combo was not going to be sufficient for tonight’s event any more than the ponytail.
I stepped into the bathroom and trying to get into the spirit of things, I chose my most spa like products. Deliciously herbal scented body scrubs and washes with Salon scented hair care products were soon lined up in the shower. I made sure my razor had a new blade and that my shaving oil was ready. Before I stripped down, I made certain my most luxurious body lotion was waiting for me when I exited the shower.
I then stripped as the water warmed and then luxuriated in the upscale scents, my mind turning over possible hairstyles that would suit the neckline of the dress. By the time I was toweling off, I came up with what I thought was a pretty good plan. I dried and then moisturized myself, rinsing off my hands. While the steam escaped the shower through the vents, I slipped on my bathrobe and gathered my hair styling tools and products.
They were soon lined up on the counter. “At least I have good hair,” I thought to myself s I began to dry, curl, twist, pin and set the hairstyle I chose. As I worked, I debated my various makeup options. I wanted something upscale, but subtle. Tonight, despite the electric blue dress, was not the time to indulge in glitter.
Ten til Midnight 