Not quite Eva

Oliver and Lisa

Oliver and Lisa and friend

There is a quite a difference in the dressed-up-professional me and the off hours me.  When I'm at home on the farm, I'm no Lisa Douglas.  (For those of you who are too young to know who I'm talking about...of Green Acres.) 
But I can be a bit of a prissy girl.  It is a rare day that I can roll out of bed on the weekend and get dressed and throw on a ball cap and head out.  Even if I am just heading out to my yard or to hike or to walk Chelsea.  I first have to shower and do something with my hair and put concealer under my eyes.  O.k., usually I put on lipstick, too.  Even if it isn't going to last.  Or I will use my eyelash crimper but forgo applying mascara.   My camping and hiking buddies have often teased me about carrying Estee Lauder in my backpack.  And I've always maintained that one doesn't have to be unattractive in the woods. 
Yesterday, I'm sitting in our Monday morning staff meeting.  I am dressed head to toe in JJill.  I had on heather brown slacks, a cream silk long-sleeve blouse with ruffles and a coral jacket.  Beneath my slacks I wore stockings and I had fabric brown shoes with flowers on the toes.  Of course I wore earrings, a diamond ring, a bracelet and a lapel pin on my jacket.
And during the meeting I am sitting there about go mad because of the chigger bites, mosquito bites and a couple of places where ticks have gotten to me already.  I am allergic to wasps and bees and it now seems that anything that injects me with venom leaves a huge angry red itching welt.  Cortisone cream does provide a bit of relief.
I just sat there thinking that what was going on under my clothes was a lot different than how I looked on the outside.