Bringer of Makeovers

Really, I’m such a girl.  I know it sounds like I’m saying that with a certain amount of tongue in cheek, but I mean every word.

The more I delve into my femininity, the more it feels like I’m making up for lost time where womanhood is concerned.

I was going to get into some writing, I swear.  I had Scrivener up and ready to go; I had the scene loaded; I had the ideas in my head ready to come out.  And then . . . I started speaking with an online friend who I’m going to meet later this coming weekend.


A makeover.

For those of you reading this who are not of the female-type gender (and I’m trying to not stereotype here, because I know there are men who enjoy a touch of blush and eye liners now and then), a makeover is where you go and see someone who usually knows what they are doing when it comes to the application of makeup to one’s face, and they work on giving you a new look–which is to say they try a few different combinations of foundation, powder, blush, and stuff for your eyes (usually shadow, liner, and maybe a touch of mascara), to bring out your features.

Really, it’s quite enjoyable.

"You don't think people will giggle when they see you've make me look a bit like an Egyptian queen?"

“You don’t think people will giggle when they see you’ve make me look a bit like an Egyptian queen?”

I know it’s enjoyable because I’ve had a couple done already.  I’ve also had my brows waxed and a couple of weeks ago I went for a pedicure–which I highly recommend to anyone who likes a little pampering, and who wears sandals all the time during the summer.  This includes guys, because the treatment is good for your feet and nails.  The glitter gold polish is completely optional, however.

We started talking about what she thought she would try on me, and then we talked about eye liners, and then different eye shadows, and then we got to the nail polish, and before you know it I was talking about buying a pink wig and then looking for a Bohemian-style outfit to wear while we walked along Baltimore’s inner harbor.

By the way, I was digging the whole conversation, and there’s a very good possibility I’m going to do this pink haired Techno Girl thing (that’s what we called it) because it sounds like fun.  And who doesn’t need a little fun in their lives?

The upshot to all this is I never got around to writing.  Some times this happens because, as I’ve said, life gets in the way and you need to step away from the fantasy now and then.  Yesterday was a big step away, but it was still all good and well, because there was a lot of personal enjoyment to be had, and if you aren’t happy, then writing becomes just another moment in your unhappy life, yeah?

I don’t feel guilty; I’m beyond that now.  I need time for myself here and there, particularly with making videos all weekend and coming into Saturday morning with five thousand words written in four days.  Time to get back on that pace again and see what happens, especially with Isis standing in the middle of her fortress trying to right a wrong situation.

And then there’s Kerry and Emma on the ground . . .