Oh, you thought the upgrade was just the weight loss! No, no , no…heh, heh, heh. As I lost weight, well, I needed new clothes. As I thought more of Cat and her Cougar ways (for those who don’t know that’s the character of my first two novels, as yet unpublished) I wanted to wears heels and sexy clothing, tighter pants, more skirts. Oh and boots!
And I remembered the old me…the hot little legal secretary who worked in Beverly Hills and drove a convertible. I was done being the always casual, makeup less, marcher who wore her long hair in a tie because it made her look more matronly. MATRONLY! What was I thinking! Well, I was thinking efficiency. I was juggling 3 youngsters, a job/business, a house, a husband and my Mom.
Then the kids got old enough to get their own breakfast. Shower themselves, dress themselves and generally do some of the chores around the house. And my life got a little less insane. So of course my body went crazy into pre-menopause/mid-life crisis. As if on cue there I am remembering being sexy and my body is hormonally moving into my sexual peak and if you knew me in my 20’s, quadruple that entire “love sex” attitude and you have me now! (My immediate family is going “Yikes!”)
So I started wearing more makeup. Just eyeliner, then lipstick, then mascara, then I added earrings and bangles and just recently a beautiful silver watch. (Only $14.00 at Target and it looks sooooo elegant.) And about once a month I buy myself something new. In winter I needed boots so when spring came around, of course, I needed sandals. I’d buy some nice slacks or a cute tight top and alternate between casual, sexy teen-wear and classy, sultry business wear. Slowly I’ve been Upgrading my wardrobe.
Then Nancy took one look at me at a GNO at flat out told me I needed new glasses. I thought I looked pretty cute in my glasses and swore I wouldn’t go back to contacts, but she insisted. Since I thought I was due for bifocals because reading had been getting difficult (Denial! Denial!) and I hadn’t been to the eye doc in about 8 years I went, got a new prescription and dragged Nancy to Costco to pick out frames. Those who dis get to help!
Oh and she was so right (Thanks Nance!). I look adorable and sassy and sexy in the new frames. That is why the pix of me won’t go up until I have them! Then Eithne found a cheap place to get her hair cut and dyed and wanted me to go and I jumped at the chance to cut my hair. I’d been trying to find the right style between length and curl and well with that cut I’d say SUCCESS!
So Heather 4.6 tries hard to always look noticeable, memorable and stylish. ‘Cause there is no longer any reason not to. I love the attention; it feeds my ego and makes me happy. And if those other bitches Mom’s at the school can’t won’t pull it off understand, who gives a shit cares.
I was walking my three boys and Eithne’s two girls down to Back to School Night and as I passed a gentlemen, while the kids were bunching up at the corner, I said, “Me and my herd.” He grinned and said, “Yeah but where’s your scooter!” I was stunned. I didn’t recognize him so he wasn’t someone who knew me but apparently he remembered me and the fact that recently, while I was carless, I would ride one of the kids scooters down the gentle slope of the streets to the school to let the youngest scooter back home. Of course, Heather 4.6 did it in sexy jeans and boots with her hair flying and a huge grin on her face! (Speeeeeeeed! Weeeeeeeee!)
But it felt wonderful not just to be noticed…but remembered. The real point to all our search for fame is that little voice crying…remember me. I like to think I manage to leave an impression wherever I go and not just because my ass has been in this seat for hours!