Okay, I’ve always walked a fine line between tomboy and girlie girl. But this is getting ridculous. I actually broke out mascara and eyeliner yesterday for my promotion (hey, it was a special day that I figured deserved a little makeup, plus there were pictures involved). So anyway, my husband, bless his heart, makes the comment that, yeah, I look better with a little makeup than without.
I love the man dearly but, seriously. Really? So my wicked side is coming out and I’m thinking I can go really overboard and put the eyeliner on like skank black and line the eye, the inner eye and draw a cat tail. That would get some looks, don’t you think? I thought it was funny more than anything b/c I really only put on a touch of it. Just enough to feel like a girl again.
I’m probably going to go off the deep end. Someone call Lauren at the Bobbi Brown counter at Saks in Austin. Mama’ coming home in about a year and we’re going to have us a session. (And my husband is having kittens at this very moment at the thought of me loose in Saks at the makeup counters). I’ve gotten much better with age and the funny thing about being over here: I don’t have the slightest urge to shop. I think it’s got something to do with everyone wearing the same thing. There’s no competition, no sizing up this girl’s purse or that girl’s shoes. Its kind of liberating in a way, so I can kind of understand where feminists say that removing all the material things makes us more conscious of who we are, not what we have.
So another lesson learned from life in Iraq. Let’s see how it translates when I get back to real life in the states.