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Today Evelyn wore one of my favorite onesies- a tiny little pink polka dot number that I had crafted a skull onto.
Eleanore used to wear this onesie.
In fact, its the onesie that Eleanore wore home from the hospital.
So like I was saying- today Evelyn wore it.
And while passing by the computer, a picture popped up on the screen saver. A picture of Eleanore wearing it.
Am I confusing you, yet?
And my heart started beating faster.
And tears stung my eyes and nose.
I had to take a quick picture-
...of Evelyn wearing the same outfit, sitting in the same chair.
The similarities.
The differences.
The cheeks!
The end beginning.
I wasn't always a frumpy ol' Mom.
I used to have alllll the time in the world to apply eyeliner and lipstick.
Allll the time in the world to back comb and shield my bouffant.
A new tattoo? Sure, I've got the time. I've got the money.
How about a concert? Heck, how about a whole dang tour? Lets go!
dot dot dot
And then, came real life.
My life.
I'm not going to say that the before was better than the now, because I'd gladly give up all of the backstage passes in the world for my gorgeous children and my rockstar husband, but- sometimes I miss myself.
Whoa, whos that girl?
Oh, yeah, thats the me that I miss.
My hair was midnight and sky high.
My face was thin, and my pout was full.
Its not those specific vanity things that I long for, but more like... the time. The time to have those things.
Recently I've been toying with the idea of cutting my hair shorter. I had always wanted long hair, but once my short style grew out and the long locks grew in- all that was left, was a ponytail full of 3 day old unwashed tangles that had somehow survived buckets of baby puke, 5 miles of pushing a 110 pound double jogger, and at least an hour and a half of yoga.
Oh don't mind me. I'm just having a postpartum identity crisis.
But, while I've got you here-
Does anyone have any suggestions, maybe pictures, of an a-frame-ish style that you think might look good with my current color?
Sincerely,
me seven years ago.
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