I think that was just about the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me. I truly appreciated it, as I love to leave that funny, goofy "feel-good" impression on people.
But, Lucy was more than just the comedienne of her time. She was beautiful, and glamorous.... a "Glam Girl"
She had it all... beauty, brains, and a funny bone!
I have always had an inner struggle with finding my identity. Who am I, really? I am short, have always struggled with my weight, no physical attributes to really write home about. I'm goofy, outgoing, and always a tad bit over the top with my dramatic comedic flare, but what about me relays who I am to the world's eyes?
Earlier this month,I watched an episode of The Voice where a curvy young lady was dressed in the cutest 40's fashion and had the hair and make up to match. I was focused on her style more than I was her stature or her voice! And that is when I was hit with an epiphany of colossal proportion !
I am a modern day gal with a "Glam Girl" stuck inside just screaming to be set free!
Quicker than you could say Vita Meata Vegamin, I started taking inventory of all things retro I had collected over the years; a beautiful pair of brown two-tone wing tip pumps, black patent leather pumps with bow , sweaters with pearl buttons, scarves, jewelry ... on and on the list goes and I realized that I have been a closet retro junky all this time! I just never put it all together to create MY style !!!
Several hours of youtube tutorials and I am well on my way to perfecting my Glam Girl, Plus-Sized Pin-Up, Rockabilly look!!!
|I love this picture. It's soft and dramatic tone. I actually feel beautiful and classy.|
|Feeling coy and noting that all glam girls of the day seemed to be looking at the ceiling, probably thinking about the cob webs that need dusting.|
|It will take some time to get the "Betty Bangs" and "Victory Rolls" to become as second nature to me as breathing .|
|Feeling sassy and flirty in a Rockabilly kinda way. Going to work on my "Rosie Riveter " look next ....|
I am only one week into my new me, but I am already feeling more confident. There is a spring in my step... a sense of "sassiness" that only comes from confidence in being who you are. Everywhere I go I notice people look and smile...some looks of appreciation for my individuality, some looks of concern as though I've escaped from a mental ward, while I suspect others are trying to figure out they can sneak a camera phone opportunity to submit me to peopleofwalmart.com
But, this is who I am... comfortable in my own skin (and my black and white polka dot dress) for the first time in eons.
Yes, I'm a little unconventional in this yuppie town I live in, but appreciate me for who I am or keep walking, Bub!