I think I am becoming a girlie girl.
I have always been a little bit after college. Lately however as I delve deeper into my 30's I have become obsessed with all things that we can use to make us appear pretty.
As I type this I have a head that has a hair color remover in it - so strong it turned a spot on my black tank top to a rusty brown. I am doing this now so if I really screw things up I can throw on a ball cap and run to the nearest Cost Cutters for trim and Walmart for black hair dye.
I am trying to no longer be a red head. Too much work - my hope is to be a brunette again. I am trying to cut down where I can so in July when our lease is up we can buy a house.
The one vice I can't seem to give up is my obsession w/nails. I have traded - hair to nails.
I love the gossip and the bonding that goes on in my salon. The women are a variety of ages and since I have a standing appointment it's the same women all the time. Like it a lot. And it prevents my thumbs from splitting. It's gross so I won't go there but if you have dry skin you know what I am talking about.
So hear I sit as my scalp is itching hoping my hair doesn't fall out. Good thing I actually like short hair.
My other obsession - designer shoes and perfume at knock off prices. God bless you Marshall's, TJ Maxx, and Burlington coat factory. No more payless for me - oh no. I know own a pair of red leather/lizard pumps that are the envy of my office. $11!!!!
Bonus found Hard Candy liquid perfume for $10!!!
Finally I am also taking on a second job to support my habits and get me out of debt in the form of a second job.
Start on Wed. god bless you too Lane Bryant as you will be my home away from home and my source for extra cute work clothes at 40% off!!!
And all of this from the girl who used to pull things out of her hamper and smell them for cleanliness and used Sun In in her hair.
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I haven't quite made that leap... I think what is telling though is that even when we do things with our friends on the weekends, I don't just wear a t-shirt and shorts or jeans anymore. I look like I stepped out of a Sunday paper advertising circular... you know, like "Casual and Fun." That's what I find to be goofy. I don't like it, I'd rather wear a t-shirt, but I don't. Time to grow up... STOP WEARING THAT DUMB T-SHIRT! Just for that, I am wearing a t-shirt on Friday night.
I love my t-shirts. And I hate to say it... pajama pants. I pair them w/sweatshirts so they kind of look like clothes even though they are not. I refuse to succumb to the matching jogging suits for my casual attire. I got the hair, nails, and makeup thing down but give me no shoes, great jeans, and a big sweater any day.
:)
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