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Thursday, October 1, 2009
Maintaining
I used to be low maintenance. When I was growing up and we'd go to a restaurant, my sisters would want sodas or a milkshake. I would virtuously request water. Just water. I would feel a glow of self righteousness and consider I was probably my dad's favorite.
Because I was such an easy keeper.
So low maintenance.
I've never been one to collect a lot of shoes.
I have one purse.
I paid $50 for my wedding dress.
Low maintenance.
Somehow it's all slipping away from me though.
Adam brought me more benefit make-up. I love benefit make-up. I love the pretty packaging and the saucy names. I love sifting through all the pretty little pots and vials a little mystified and intimidated because how does one use "eye bright", "You Rebel" or "Dallas" to one's best advantage?
I do know I am infatuated by it all.
And slowing becoming high maintenance I fear. I may never shop in the make-up aisle at Albertson's again. I may decide I can't live without "sippin' n dippin'" creaseless cream shadow/liner and Covergirl just doesn't cut it anymore.
I may start wearing a scarf around my head as a rule.
I don't know.
But here's what happens in restaurants now. I order Diet Coke. With lime. And not too much ice. But enough. And a straw. And not a skinny straw. I like a good wide straw.
I am not proud.
But if I get too discouraged, I can always retreat to admire my benefit make-up.
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3 comments:
We all deserve to be a little high maintenance, and sounds like you are having some fun with it. The benefit makeup does look pretty and sounds awesome. Lucky!!
Ha! And now I always order water. Maybe I'm the favorite now. (Or does Daddy not care if he's not paying for it?)
I love your snazzy picshers (picshers is probuby not spelled right) any way thank you for leaving comments on my blog it is so nice!
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