When I was younger, I would often meet (or God forbid...WORK with) the "Crazy Old Lady."
You know the ones.
They're usually over 50. They wear really, REALLY bright colored clothes, big earrings and jewelry. They'll dye their hair to cover the gray, usually out of a box, that ends up giving their hair a soft orange glow. But I've also seen the occasional bluish, purple effect too.
And the make-up! Foundation caked in their wrinkles, splotches of blush on their cheeks and the penciled in eyebrows. Lipstick in a color that is better suited for a circus clown than for a mature woman.
Last week one of my Dr.'s brought in her 6 year old daughter. What a cutie! Smart and the spitting image of her Mom, she was dressed in the CUTEST little knitted sweater vest with bright colors and shapes and puff balls dangling from it.
"Oh...I love it! Why can't they make cute stuff like that for adults?" I say to my boss. "And she has those cute little light up sneakers! I would love a pair of those but they don't make them in a size eleven."
I point down at my aqua colored Nike's (with the bright acid green Nike check mark, I might add) that just so happens to match my bright aqua colored scrubs that I'm wearing.
I glance up at my boss. "Uh, Oh...I'm becoming the crazy old lady aren't I?"
Dr. M smiled at me and said..."We've always known you were crazy, Tami."
She pats me on the shoulder. "Now you're just starting to dress the part." She says with a grin as she walks away.