Those that know me know I am not a girlie girl. I have a jeans, tshirt and sneakers mentality, hair in a ponytail, minimal makeup and a screwdriver in my hand or Im not happy. But once in a blue moon I become my gender. I do my hair, my nails, makeup and I look great. Its like I suddenly remember I am female and try desperately to catch up to my sisters in womanhood by pretending to be something that is awkward for me yet comes naturally for them. Anyway, my Uncle has this girlfriend who is the quintessential Manhattan socialite. She wears hundred dollar outfits and theres not a thing in her closet that didnt come off the shops in 5th avenue. She lives in Brooklyn and is heavily into volunteering in the city. Four times a year she visits and brings me things. I adore her and she adores me. Seriously. She smooshes my cheeks and embraces me fully and tells me how happy she is to see me and then gives me expensive shit which I freak over because it makes her happy when I do that. I think shes silently trying to tell me to BE a girl but whatever. Tonight she brought me some expensive variety brown boots I love and a Kenneth Cole bag that the tag on it said was $350 which is a steal, especially in NY. Brand new. Never used. And I love that too. So thats part of my outfit tomorrow. Were doing an extended family Xmas gathering at some swanky restaurant that has raw clams and sushi and everything else under the sun. So I get to be girlie and feed my face at the same time. I cant wait! :D
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 03:03:12 +0000
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