I have the luxury of working from him which means my attire consists of running shoes, sweat pants, t-shirts and sweatshirts. Gone are the days of getting up more than an hour early just in order to apply make-up, wash and style my hair and stand in my closet thinking, “I have nothing to wear” for 15 minutes. I’m sure there are days my husband wishes I would do a little more with myself but then he remembers that I don’t need make-up to go feed the horses or impress the mailman who I see once a month.

When my grandmother was young, it was customary for a woman to get dolled up not only for church on Sunday but for everyday life. My grandmother and her mom always have on hand hair pins, curlers, rollers, clips and rubber rollers to do their hair. This was also back in the days of aprons and panty hose, both of which I don’t own.

And when getting up at 5 a.m. was customary in order to feed the animals, gather the eggs, milk the cow and start on a meal large enough to feed a small country, who had time to do their hair???

Until we walk again …