I’ve debated with myself many times over writing about this topic because, well…you know, it’s kind of personal…
THE STORY
…but truth be told, it’s probably less personal then the voices in my head or how I came to have my beautiful daughter. So, what the hell is the deal with this menopause crap?? Seriously. See, personal. But not really because it is or will be affecting each and every one of us who are of the female persuasion. Men don’t have to put up with any of the hormonal crap that we do. First there is boobs and periods and all of the physical pains and moody angst that go along with it, then pregnancy and childbirth and now…this? C’mon…you have got to be kidding me. I actually started having issues around 40; right around the time I had to get bifocals. Ya, 40 is a magical age.
Things got all irregular and erratic and well, haywire. Nothing for a month or two then all would be regular for months on end, but with the addition of zits the size of an extra head. Bloating to the point I could have gotten away with parking in the special spots at the grocery store for pregnant women. Then, bam…a period that would last for a month. I kid you not. A month. And hormonal moodiness that was absolutely off the freakin’ hook. If the wind blew the wrong direction it would piss me off. Fun times my friends. Fun times.
Finally, about six or seven months ago things seemed to have wrapped up. No more uterus ninjas, no more shark week, no more homicidal mood swings. Ahhh…yes. Peace had come to the land. But noooo…. About a week ago the girls were in so much agony I had to sleep in a sports bra; any of you who have been around awhile know of my undying hatred for bras and tights. So me sleeping in a bra is headline news. I haven’t had pain like that since I was pregnant. Then a ginormous painful zit showed up on the side of my nose. And the last two days, horror of horrors, coffee started making me nauseous. Wait, what? Let me explain. I suspected something was up when I was pregnant and didn’t yet know I was because simply the smell of coffee induced a gag reflex. Don’t be silly….I knew I wasn’t pregnant. But I did know that my hormones were off the hook again. More off the hook then they have ever been with the exception of pregnancy. Yep, shark week returned. After seven months of blissful normalcy. That ain’t even right man.
THE OUTFIT
This gauze duster vest is yet another swimsuit cover up that I repurposed as a top. Honestly, it feels a little predictable over the lace tank top, but I was having one of those days. You know those days where you just can’t put an outfit together to save your life? Nothing looks right and you’re totally uninspired. I don’t know about you, but usually those days occur when I’m hormonally challenged so it makes sense. Anyway, to tone down the girly girl vibe I threw in the distressed denim shorts. The sandals are probably my most worn wedge sandals from the now defunct Colin Stuart line at Victoria’s Secret. While the gauze duster vest will indeed make a fabulous swimsuit cover up, you know I ‘ll be layering it over sweaters and such once cooler weather rolls back around.
THE TIP
I know I’ve said it before, but be on the lookout when you’re shopping or in your closet for items that can be repurposed for different uses. That way you get more bang for your buck and more versatility in your wardrobe.
THE LINK UPS
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Duster: Target; Top: JCPenney; Sandals: Victoria’s Secret (Similar); Shorts: Old Navy
