|GF pizza at Pacific Avenue Pizza in Browne's Addition|
|Enjoying some gifts, including a bolster for my in-bed reading habit|
The camera I got is great, however. And as my dad told me, the thing about technology moving so fast is that there isn't a camera for sale that won't be better than the one you've had for six years. And he was right.
And then I bought some make up, because I am now eligible for the senior discount, and I would like to stop looking like that. This process has actually been going on for some time. I trotted into Nordstrom the other day, all haywirey and grubby and announced bluntly that I hadn't worn make up in 20 years and I might find occasion to do that from time to time and could they help. So... they went to work like wolves on fresh caribou and "soon" I was covered in 3 different flesh-toned layers, plus extras. Just to note: sometimes working on one's logic abilities can also be rewarding. For instance: when some one says "I haven't worn make up", thinking through this thoroughly one could imagine NOT shocking and overwhelming them, but just starting them out with something basic, like they ASKED FOR.
|Always a roast with Opa and Oma|
After a bunch of research, some experimentation and then the usual final flair of head-long, rash, self-doubt-filled bravado, I did get some stuff to apply. My eyelashes now get stuck in my eyebrows (which I might pluck some day too!) and my face feels like it can't breath or move much. But I've only worn it twice, not including the experimental day here where I ran out and asked Blue's carpool lady if I got it right. Does this look normal? Yeah... all except the part where I am.
No one seems as shocked by it as I. I could not have tied my patties in a tighter wad over this. All this: what does it mean? Am I just giving in? Why do I want to start doing this? Am I not comfortable with who I am? Am I feeling insecure and inadequate? Or more secure? Am I putting my best foot forward, or just the one others seem to want to see? Am I doing this for myself, or for you? Am I uncomfortable with the aging process? Why do we wear make-up? Why not wear make-up? Why not experiment and experience life in other ways? Do I have to look the same my entire life? Why am I buying products? Do I have money for this? Do other women have such convoluted hang-ups about make up? How do you get it off? When do I stop thinking about it?
|A starling problem, with a non-problematic moon|
|Hendrika posed for this. I kid you not.|
|What's up chicken butt?|
|Chocolatey Claire and Beignet|
|Mousetrap AT LAST!|
|The Coyote who lives across the street|
|Oma at Slavin Reserve|
|My favorite tree, again.|
|skip church, go bowling|
|Peace at Turnbull|