Can We Talk 2

Compliments

         I prided myself on not getting into those girly talks at the office. You know, like, "Oh, those shoes are so-o-o-o cute!" and "I love those earrings. I found a similar pair at . . ." You know the talk. Or the designer names or knock-offs. I was above all that. Well, I guess I still am in a way, because I can't afford to shop or purchase such things. But I'm picking up some of the talk.

         I've noticed that telling a complete stranger she has on a lovely blouse brings out the nicest smile. Or telling someone I just love her necklace makes her beam with pride. What does it hurt to make someone feel nice? As long as I'm sincere, that is. Here's the thing. I really am noticing such things. I have developed an eye for necklaces and bracelets. I don't like earrings, maybe because I'm allergic to everything that touches my ears, even gold, so I can't relate. And purses. I like them practical, as well as attractive. Modern diaper bags look very functional as well as fashionable for that matter.

         I even compliment little girls. Today I told a child about 5 or 6 what cool pants she was wearing. They were a leopard print, which is trendy for girls these days. I told her mother that kids have so many more choices these days, and she agreed, happy that she had chosen a nice outfit for her daughter. It's true. We didn't have such nice coordinated outfits with so many options. My great nieces can wear pink and lavender western boots with their frilly skirts. My generation would have felt outlandish. But personal expression seems to be more important. Apparently, I'm beginning to catch up, just a tad.