Girl Anachronicles

Well, since I spent my Sunday afternoon aimlessly ambling around the aisles at Walgreens (all the while cursing the dratted place for not selling packaging tape on Sundays), I decided to lift my spirits a bit by purchasing makeup replacements.

I was all out of pressed powder (I was dragging around small crumbs of face cake with the little sponge) and it was time to replace my mascara. Also, it’s been a week or more since I last shaved my legs. After a lot of thinking, I decided to give up the razor in favor of a more “glamorous” way of getting rid of my leg hair. What got into me? Beats me! I just know I wanted a change in that sense, and after a lot of thinking, I decided in favor of waxing. At least you have to do it less often.

So I start looking for a wax that looks trustworthy and not too lethal. The variety of wax brands in here is fascinatingly sparse! My eye kept getting drawn to the tub of Nads, and in spite of the price tag ($20!!!) I ended up buying it.

In favor of Nads, I have to say that in spite of the bad rep, the thing does work. Most probably, a great deal of the people that have reviewed the product negatively have simply failed to note one detail in the instructions: when it says to spread a thin layer of the product over the area to be depilated, they mean thin. My first trial was with what i understood was a thin layer, and the strip took barely any hair at all. I was flabbergasted (and bummed out, since I thought it was $20 down the drain). But at the second try, Voilá! (and OUCHIEWAWA!) Lotsa hair off the skin! Yeah!

It will take a few days, since I don’t want to overwork my skin (and I have tons of hair), but I will finish what I started.

When I got to my mom’s home, I got handed this little particular tube:

It’s a ‘plumper’, and the fucking thing works! It works at setting my lips on fire and making me look (and feel) like some superhero with spicy saliva gave me one fury-packed smacker! Haha! Thanks, Tatts!

This morning I tried the new mascara I decided to buy:

Maybelline’s Define-A-Lash Lengthening Washable Mascara (fucking long name!)
I wasn’t wowed, but I wasn’t disappointed either. And the little rubber brush is pretty funny to look at. Fun in the morning routine, yay!

Yesterday I went shopping by myself after work. My sister told me there were Rocket Dog shoes on sale at Montehiedra’s Marshalls store, so I had to go and check that out (I’m a hardset fan of Rocket Dogs, they’re so comfy! ^_^).

But no luck was to be had on that mission. There were Rocket Dogs alright: ugly, ill-fitting affairs (are they really Rocket Dogs?), or not in my size. So I started browsing around and headed for the purse area. A few weeks ago my messenger bag purse suffered its “demise” along with a shirt I held as a favorite (they were both drenched in earthy water that sprayed out of the A/C console of the office’s trolley van. I looked like a ladybug for the rest of the day).

The bags I liked right off the bat surprised me with very steep price tags ($100+, damned be leather and it’s powerful, attractive smell and feel!!!). I took my very sweet time shopping around, comparing, sweating it out. My brother called me in the middle of it all, and I realized I was shopping like my mother shops, with the only difference that I wasn’t inflicting anybody else with the pain of it. I’m definitely a slow shopper. I finally decided myself on a red, crocheted bag from The Sak (It even has a metal tag that assures me that it is “The Original” … how comforting! 8-D )

After that, I decided, halfway to the register counter, that I might as well change my wallet too. It had been years since I had last bought a new wallet. ‘Kitty wallet’ (a small, black wallet with Emily Strange’s black cat patched on top) was running small on me, I don’t know why. It’s not like I applied for a thousand new credit cards all of a sudden, but it wasn’t buttoning up as well as it should have. So I got an indigo-colored, leather Tignanello wallet (damned be leather!).

The whole purchase amounted up to a bit over $50. I’m still a bit weirded out at myself. My brother kept telling me it was weird seeing me with a purse. And so it is! I’ve been holding onto my college buying-and-wearing habits, I think out of fear of turning into a corporate, suit-wearing zombie lady. Yeah, the one that buys The Sak handbags and Tignanello wallets, I think. But I feel strangely fine about all this, because what I thought it represented is not gonna happen anyway.

Yesterday I ran into an old college aqcuaintance, and I realized that in spite of the 8 years past, I am still the same garbled mess of a person I was back then (albeit fatter … or more pregnant-looking, thank you ¬_¬). And I like it that way, but at the same time my instincts tell me that it’s time to grow up into the woman my mother and stepmother have been nudging me to be. I suspect I might turn out to be a garbled, messy version of that, but I’m fine with that too.

I’m beginning to feel a bit more comfortable in my own skin (sagginess and cellulitis included), and oddly enough the crocheted, red handbag that now hangs from my shoulder, with the indigo, leather wallet inside it are proof to myself that … precisely … I don’t need to prove anything to anyone other than myself. And that I can give myself permission to be as “adult” as I’ve always feared to be (lest I start growing old, god forbid!) … of course, in my own, particular … idiom. (thank you, sweet Concorde! )

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Strips like this one always pull at my heartstrings. It’s a pretty well known fact that I love dogs to the point of tears, specially now that, after a lifetime of having at least one as a companion, I can’t own any (for a variety of reasons). Hopefully that will change soon …

The comic strip above is part of an ongoing series named Mutts, by Patrick McDonnell. McDonnell is part of a few organizations and funds for animals (and against animal cruelty), and it shows in his strips. The ongoing theme is the animals’ relationships with their caregivers, with themselves and with each other.

To be truly honest, sometimes the punchlines fall a little bit on the flat side, but the strip seems to be made with a heartful of love. Plus I share McDonnell’s motives and interests in relation to animals, so I’ve come to respect his work for what it really is: a call to conscience in favor of animals, specially in favor of loving the animals that already accompany us day by day.