A lesson from my African Sistahs

Yesterday, I asked my third African co-worker where she was going.

Why did I ask this?

Because she was in  a full beautiful  African ensemble. Literally more dressed up than I've gotten in more than five years. She looked, as the past women, amazing.

So, of course, when you are dressed up leaving work - you are going somewhere, right?

WRONG!

Her response, which got hoots, hollers, and amens, from all the other African women:

 "I'm going home. That's the problem with American women, you don't like to dress. You buy nice things and keep it in your closet. We work hard, see something, buy it, and wear it."

Speaking of inspiration! Why do I need to  have somewhere to go to look my very best?

Loves it.