Frumpy
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Introspection A fellow blogger recently wrote about her mundane days and how she feels old, colorless and frumpy. She wondered why go to the effort of putting on makeup when a mask covers our faces. And why dress in anything besides a Tee shirt and jeans when our days are spent at home or in the car going through drive thru or a curbside pick up queue. I realized that she had a point. And I love that word, frumpy. It stuck in my head all day. I'm afraid she hit the nail on the head. I definitely look, dress and feel frumpy. I haven't been to a hair salon since March. I've gone from short to long hair swept back by a band. Nor had a manicure. I have discovered that dresses are a lot more comfortable in the heat and humidity since seeing a couple that I liked at Walmart. My mother and the neighborhood ladies used to wear house dresses 50 years ago. I used to wonder why they had no sense of style. Now all I need is the old fashioned apron that goes around the neck. Th