Attack of the girlies
As I’ve said before, I work in waves. Right now? I’m experiencing a serious girlie wave. I’m buying shoes, googling “best anti-aging night cream” (any suggestions?) and scouring through sephora looking for the perfect everyday lipstick (this has been a lifelong quest, btw).
Maybe, just maybe, this is it? (in berry)
I think this all started when I noticed that when I smile, I see ... I see ...
Wrinkles.
Age has been kind to me, I’m lucky to have good genes (lord knows it’s not lifestyle) so I don’t look my age, well, I certainly don’t look older than my age. But time to face facts, I’m pushing 40.
Let us pause for a moment and let that sink in.
Aaaaaaaand we’re back.
I’ve already embraced how magnificent it is to be this age. I’m more at peace, more comfortable in my own skin, more independent and confident. Dare I say, I’m less emotional than I was even a few years ago. I don’t let things rattle me like I used to. I take better care of myself in every way.
Except ... girlie stuff. My wardrobe is pathetic. I mean seveeeeeeeeerely lacking. If I take time to put on makeup it’s a miracle. I walk around looking like a hobo most days and I’m kinda over it. I feel I shouldn’t spend money on myself, that it’s self-indulgent or vain or a waste of money. Kinda over that too. I’ll drop $200 on fonts at the drop of a hat but I’ll walk around in bad shoes? Gah! Maybe I just don’t want to think about the way I look, so I avoid it. Who knows. But it’s going to change.
I am going to determine a budget for “girlie things” and stick to it. We’re talking shoes, we’re talking $32 under eye concealer, we’re talking clothes people. And not from Old Navy either.
Posted by chepooka on 06/05 at 08:12 AM

