I am not a girly-girl. After years of being pale and freckled with people not sure how show me the whole make-up thing, I am mostly at peace with how I look unadorned. While I go for fancy pj's and pretty dresses, I'm completely minimalist with shoes. For a long time, I felt irritated that I have as many as seven pairs of shoes: tennis shoes, every-day walking shoes, Birkenstocks, brown work shoes, black work shoes, black high heels, and silver high heels. That was about four pairs of shoes too many.
In the last two weeks, I've increased my shoes by just under 50%, with a significant percentage purchased today. And all three new pairs are for my upcoming trip to Costa Rica. It turns out Birkenstocks don't like getting wet (as many times as I tried it with my old pair, it never ended well) and my walking shoes aren't designed for rain forest amounts of rain. So. I've got a pair of “amphibious” shoes (which makes me feel like a frog whenever I hear that word), a pair of plain old brown flip-flops, and a pair of “fancy” black and grey flip-flops (for any potentially dressy events during the adventure).
I feel the weight of these extra shoes and it makes me uneasy. I'm worried I'll suddenly bolt out, have a(nother) make-over experience, and start wearing big, big, big press-on nails. Sigh. And then I took a risk and got a mixed pack of hard ciders on my way home from the night job. Sadly, the “surprise” flavor was maple & brown sugar hard cider. It sounds all right, but it's pretty grody. All right. My buying hard cider is actually a pretty girly move. Now where did I put that nail polish...
An Erinku:
Falcor, enormous
neon orange
stuffed dragon
protector of the Aquarium
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