I’ve never been much of a “girly” girl. At least not on the outside; I wear tees and jeans and like to do “guy” things like watch teams sports, obsess over cars and boats, and enjoy a pub atmosphere. True, I have a few “girly” collections: I collect nail polish… but then, I also like to build models, and enamel is enamel, after all (yes, I have used nail polish on a model car).
But lately, with increased stress in my life, I’ve found myself seeking classic “girly” obsessions to ease my emotions.
Namely: shoes and makeup. Yep, the old standbys.
Not that I’ll necessarily buy the stuff. But I went out alone (OMG ALONE) yesterday for the first time in three weeks. And what did I do?
I tried on piles of fancy shoes.
I let the makeup store ladies put eyeshadow on me.
I didn’t buy any shoes (because I don’t need any, as Natania got me a Zappos gift certificate for my birthday). But I did buy the eyeshadow.
Now, to go watch some shark wrestling and shake off the lace.
Image from stock by jdurham.