I was meant to have breakfast with a very dear client/friend this morning and I have been angsting about buying her JUST the right birthday gift for ages.
As usual, I ended up in front of a gift shop in Durbanville first thing this morning where I always find something. To my horror they were closed, so I wandered into the coffe shop next door to ask if they knew when the shop would open.
This lady was at the entrance and she called me by my name. It took me a minute to figure out who she was, but it turns out she was at school with me! (her hair is a totally different colour and she was wearing make up) We then ended up talking and I couldn’t help but notice that is definately looking and dressing “younger” than me. She never married and has had a very different life to me. Of course she looked at my ring finger and wanted to know.
And then I started thinking about how we judge people and what they look like and then I thought OMG, here I am making judgements about other people when I am carrying at least 20kgs more and my fingers are too fat to wear my wedding ring..
(at least my hair is looking fabulous and I still have lipstick on)