Maybe I'm the one looking a little old...

I think one would be hard pressed to find someone of my acquaintance who would call me "high maintenance" when it comes to the outward presentation department.  I rarely dry my hair because it takes longer than a minute.  My idea of "glamming it up" is putting on tinted moisturizer, a powder foundation of questionable age, some blush my mom gave me in high school, a tinted lip gloss, and, if I'm feeling particularly girly, I add a bit of clear mascara.  Bada bing bada boom.  The whole look comes together in under a minute.  I use to have a little pride in this.  However, two conversations today have made me wonder if I should maybe start to put in a bit more effort.

The first came this morning as Dom and I were getting ready for church (exceptionally early, I might add).  Dom asked me when Jesus died to which I replied that had occurred nearly 2000 years ago.  Dom thought about this for a second and then in complete seriousness said: "Like when you were in college?"  For the record, he asked this after I had "glammed it up" for church.  Also for the record, "glamming it up" for church is exactly the same routine, though I did leave out the mascara.  I did not want to scandalize anyone.

I laughed off this conversation because, well, I figured it had more to do with my son's lack of knowledge about time than my premature aging process.  On other days he will tell me that he thinks I am 4.  Which is obviously due to my youthful appearance.

However, later in the afternoon, as we were hanging out at a NCAA thing in downtown Dayton, a little girl came up and hugged me.  I was delighted and chalked it up to my friendly demeanor.  I was letting William eat an entire cotton candy, afterall.  Her mom watched and then told me it was probably because I looked like her Grandmother.  Yup.  

Maybe it is time to downsize my cardigan collection...