Hey there! Long time, no blog!
So...still working on a name for the fashion consulting biz. Don't worry - you haven't missed anything. I will let you know as soon as I'm struck by brilliance.
Speaking of being struck by brilliance, don't hold your breath, because apparently, I'm not all that brilliant. Or, at least I don't come across that way. The other night, I was talking with a friend, and I said something about how growing up, I had always been "the smart one." Later in the convo, my friend said that she was surprised that I was the smart one. She went on to explain that after talking to me, she could tell I was smart; but from our prior surface conversations, she didn't know. My conversations about shoes, football, and celebrities just hadn't given away the secret of my intelligence, I guess.
With this revelation in mind, I began to reflect on my actions. Could it really be that people who don't know me academically or professionally don't realize that I'm the smart one - the identity I had been comfortable with all my life? Quite possibly. Consider the following:
Saturday, January 8, 2011. I'm sitting in Starbucks, listening to Desperate Housewives at full volume through my headphones. My headphones don't work. I don't realize this for a full 10 minutes.
Summer-ish, 2009. I'm in Union Station in Washington, DC. I fall down the stairs.
Fall, 2006. A man clearly in the mafia asks me what I want to do after school. I tell him I want to work for the government.
2002-2006. I'm in college. I fall often.
2000. I tell high school love interest that there's extra room in my pants. I mean that I've lost weight.
And thus it continues... Honestly, I wasn't all that surprised to learn I always act surprised. I may have brown hair now (oh yeah - p.s. I'm a brunette!), but I'm still a blonde at heart. And I'm ok with that.
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I do not judge you for your blondeness or your ability to fall down, for I'm a natural (and current) brunette and I run into stuff like nobody's business.
In fact, the last time I did this was in our student union. I ran into a door (of course I did) and decided it pertinent to yell, "Son of a BITCH, that hurt!"
Also, I know that you already follow my friend Lisa at The Blonde Blogette, but she has another one that I think you'd enjoy:
http://how2bfabulous.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-to-talk-to-customers.html
P.S. I wanna see your hairs.
Smartness cannot be judged by one single conversation. Glad your friend finally realized your smart!
Hey girlie! Long time no see! My health has been up and down...
The headphones....that's just too much!!
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