Every once in a while I get curious what it is like to be a girlie girl.
So this year it has manifested as a $14 salad (still trying to calculate those costs)
and the September issue of VOGUE
Yes I bought the magazine, as well as a handful of new make-up and have sat down for a good put your feet up and enjoy fantasy read.
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| all the fancy stuff in this salad fell to the bottom of the container |
When my 10 year old goddaughter saw the copy of the magazine on the coffee table, I looked at her and said, "The pictures are all fun to look at but nothing in this magazine is real; none of the women have pores...if you don't have pores you can't be real"
Hopefully, when she is ready to crack open her first "fashion" magazine she remembers that.
2 comments:
"If you don't have pores, you can't be real." OMG I love that!
I read things like Cosmo and Vogue at my hair dresser's while getting my color refreshed. Every 6 weeks that I flip through and look at the shiny, expensive things all women are supposed to want and try to see if I feel anything other than mild amusement... and every time I am more saddened than lustful looking at the silly stuff we're supposed to want to be a "real" woman.
I like being a girl. I like a touch of makeup and nice (inexpensive, comfortable) clothes and shoes, but they aren't my passion by any means.
Still, it's a fun escape and sometimes the articles are fascinating in a "Mutual of Omaha Wild Kingdom" sort of way. ;)
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