I’m not a very girly girl. That’s what I think anyway. *insert Victor and Hugo theme here*
A while back I started feeling a little more … feminine. I had cravings for make-up and spike heels. Fortunately, that didn’t last very long, phew!
But while I was home I got three pairs of super girly shoes. The first was a gift from my brother, this gorgeous pair of dark buckled heels with a solid walkable sole, yay! After that the bug was caught, no turning back.
The second pair are industrial leather [?] black boots with a burgundy-laced ribbon on the side. They look just beeeeaaauuuutiful. But my feet ache if I walk all day.
The third pair I haven’t tried yet, they have a high light brown wedge and open toes. Preeetty. I got them at Bata for a K. Then, for the first time ever, I let Rashidi style my hair! Usually he just twists it and ties it in a ponytail, but this time he wanted to be adventurous, so I let him. Hmph, that’s all I’m saying.
I have also lately acquired a taste for accessories. I have a faux ruby bracelet, two jingly blue glass bangles [the other two died, *sniff sniff* And no, I don’t mean bluegrass], a choker with matching earrings and a massive pair of silver gilt hoops. No, I do not wear them all at the same time. But lately, I always have some item of bling on my person, and I am saving up to shop for more.
I’m watching this with interest, and wondering what form of oestrogen will attack me next. I hope it’s something useful, like the sudden urge to clean, or some metamorphic ability to cook things that are considered palatable by someone other than me. In all fairness, my ‘food’ usually seems fairly edible … until you taste it.
One other thing I have developed is a **shudder** facial regimen. I read about a milk mask at Lily. It was more like ‘my auntie said to get rid of pimples I should sleep with milk on my face’. Right. Well, I tried it, and it worked!!
I got curious and went a-googling, and found that if plain milk doesn’t work, you should add a steaming. I did that last night, and voila, my face is spotless. Yay! Except for that annoying heat rash, but there’s no beating that.
I was pretty lucky as a teen, I had a spotless face for the longest time, so I never bothered with all that cleanser, toner, moisturiser stuff, even though my dad worked at J & J. But lately I’ve had awful breakouts, and I pick at them when I read [which is like all the time!] so I have nasty marks on my face.
Luckily, I’m really dark, so no one can see the spots but me, and only in a certain light, under a certain mirror. I’ve tried Bio oil to get rid of the marks, but even as I squint at the mirror whining, my live-mates claim they can’t see them!! They must have some super power invisi-cream or sth.
Now I need to go to a supermarket and shop for face products. I’m not looking into make-up, heavens forbid. Just the stuff to wash it with before I sleep in milk and steam. I hear egg white makes a great weekly mask as well.
I just hope this spirit of adventurous-ness-ness doesn’t stretch into tweezing, threading or waxing…