When I had my art business website up a few years ago, I made sure my style in public projected the same image as my signature style. Because I soon will be relaunching my site, I will be more conscientious of how I appear when out + about.

Oh, and the hair. You know the story. Chopped it myself and if I am at home it is usually in a pony. I really live it up when we go out … I leave it down. I have no fashion sense

Let me start by saying, I have never cared about fashion. I spent my 20s in jeans and a sweatshirt scoffing at all the young women who poo pood themselves to no end. “High maintenance” I’d say. I was young, charismatic, had an infectious smile, cute button nose and kept everyone laughing.(arrogance might have been an issue at the time as you can see) Peshawww with fashion. Now that I’ve hit my 40s and realize that what is reflected in the mirror is a full grown woman with wrinkles, a few extra pounds and BAD FASHION. I guess it’s true what they say, in the 21st Century, 40 is the new 20. I have found hope that I can reinvent myself with fashion. I suddenly care. Once, my personality was my free ticket to everything, now the only free ticket is the circus and I’m apparently the main attraction. (stop saying you’re laughing with me damn it)

Work – I’ve realized that the blond little fashionista that sits next to me and damn near needs to be watered twice a week gets away with murder in her day to day fumbles because she’s so easy on the eyes. I’ve just recently put some thought into what people see when I walk through the door.
I have what it takes to be a double threat, brains and looks. ;0) I’m thinking Blondie will move desks soon. She can be someone else’s plant life.

Socially- Though I could own a room in my 20s just by being there, the attention I was getting in my 40s was not only unwelcomed (you know the look) but would generally keep me seated instead of on the dance floor. I want to be classy and flirty damn it, not ‘mom’ as everyone was starting to put it. It’s an upward battle due to the fact that most people did spend their 20s perfecting their look and I’m a new student in my 40s. Who’s got egg on their face now? (I’ve always hated that saying, I mean really…..eggs?) I have had some help, and well… spend alot of time watching What Not To Wear and doing alot of crying. (Is that wrong?)

Home – That area of my life can’t be touched. My husband will tell you, like clock work, the minute I walk through the door I rip my clothes off and put on PJs. I can’t help it, I hate socks, bras and underwear. (sheepish grin) I’m somewhat incorrigible. Though being bra less at 40 is brave don’t you think?

As you can see, I’m in the infancy stage concerning fashion and the roles I take on. I have to say, I’ve never enjoyed shopping so much and having an opportunity to become the new and improved Lyne. It barely took what……….40 years. Hun, I got to start somewhere. I still have so much to learn and would benefit from some professional help (I’m talking fashion here so don’t get smart) but I think I’ll be a pro by 50 *sigh* who knew looking good was this hard.

My home self is pretty well lounging duds…shorts n’ tees and such. Maybe a bandanna if I’m feeling especially saucy.

My social self is, ummm, well……you’ve all heard about against the grain? I wear what I want really. I try my hardest to avoid trends, but the ones I DO engage in, I’m choosy about.

I could drone on ’bout this fo’ hours…..but I’ll allow for others to have the floor as well! SPEAK, for ye shall be heard my fellow desciples (sp?) of the catwalk