I am a Rock Star with a $100 T- Shirt.

Ok - so I am a poser. Not really a rock star. But - I am trying.

In my feeble attempts to de-age myself. I got a new hair color.

It's a kick ass red - I feel like a rock star or one of those Suicide Girls (minus the tats or piercings. Ok, so they are a good 15 years younger and about 100 lbs less than I am).

But you get the idea.

I also did something totally outside of the Mother of J world. I actually paid a lot of money for a t-shirt. Now, its a cool t-shirt that goes with my rock and roll hair - so I needed to do it. I am not making excuses...(yes I am) but it totally goes against my grain.

But in true Mother of J form - to overcome my guilt for buying something 'extravagant' for myself - everyone else in the house had to get something too.

So - My $100 T-shirt purchase cost me a little more than that by the time it was all said and done.

Now - my grocery budget is blown and Mac and Cheese will be served until next pay period to adjust for my expeditures.

G was with me and she is a pro at the $100 shirt purchases. But she has discretionary income and can do that every week - I need to stop hanging with her. She makes me spend my money.

I also bought a pair of $6 sunglasses (see, M of J being frugal!). Those huge overshaped - eat your face glasses that Nicole Ritchie is fond of.

I look good...Or so I thought. Until my vain shopping trip came to a screeching halt.

I decided to get my eyebrows waxed and the lady who does it also does facials. Everytime I walk into a place that does facials they look at me in horror and make a tsk-tsk noise.

I just went thru a facial last week as part of my birthday gift but apparently it didn't help because while she was waxing my hairy brow she was analyzing my skin and pretty much told me I was a wreck.

I decide that I hate her and she only wants more business besides my $10 eyebrow wax and then I make the decision that I will never go in there again.

At the end of the day - I do feel better about myself. I think covering up my two inches of gray regrowth really had something to do with it.

Plus - when I went on my customary monthly "Art (Drunk) Walk" I was actually talked up a few times (which never sucks).

I may get used to being a Pseudo- Rock Star.

But I don't know if the fam will put up with the Mac and cheese.