Alice in Wonderland

"Well, after this, I should think nothing of falling down stairs." -- Alice 

Did you ever wake up one morning and realize that everything was changing all at once and without adequate warning or provocation? This is happening to me right now. Suddenly, I am Alice, falling down the rabbit hole, destination unknown. I find myself in this midway point where nothing makes any sense. There is no gravity, so I can't find a place to cetner, ground or focus myself. The walls are blurred and vague so I can't even get a bearing to find out which direction I'm going, for all I know, I'm going to land any day now and find that I've turned up in some mysterious land where up is down and in is under. If I'm lucky, maybe I'll end up with a smart-assed cat as a tour-guide. He'll speak in riddles and the people I meet will be essential to my ongoing development, and eventual acceptance of my fate.

Yes. I am a girl.

Josh's post got me thinking. The whole clothes thing is one of those universal truths I tend to forget in favor of comfort, because sweatpants and t-shirts are like heaven. I usually pull on jeans when I'm headed out, but I usually opt for laziness on my days off.

But I want to talk about slightly girlier things. Putting on make-up has that same effect Josh was talking about with clothes. It makes my day go better. When I catch my reflection in something, I'm a lot happier if I'm a little done up. I have eternal dark circles under my eyes, which are a little deep set, so putting on eye make-up lets me appreciate my beautiful blue eyes. My cheeks are also always red, so that's nice to cover up as well.

I still feel like make-up has a stigma, although it really doesn't anymore. There are still women who choose not to wear it as a sort of statement, but I think that statement only really matters if you don't get it. I don't wear make-up for other people. I wear it for me. It makes me more confident and just brightens up my day.

Same with having my hair done. I don't do it very often, because my hair is stubborn and requires roughly a gross of hairspray to tame it, or else it will go back to its original setting within ten minutes. When it does actually manage to stay, I feel bubblier. It's nice.

And having fake nails. Oh goodness. I have extremely weak nails and no skill with shaping them, so, on the rare occasions when I've actually gotten my nails done (I think it's a grand total of like 4 times) it's pretty awesome. I love driving and seeing grown-up, put together looking hands. And the authoritative click-clack of drumming fake nails on hard surfaces.

I don't really have a point to a lot of my blog posts do I? I can't do the sending a message to the masses thing. I guess I'm just saying these things work for me and I just want to use this as a way to let people know.

Oh and the picture is sort of random. I hate picking pictures for posts, but I guess that's my way of saying throwing on an outrageous masquerade mask while imbibing tequila has a similar effect.