Bursts of Lady

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There are times when I don my pretty ladylike clothes with 

the bows, the lace and such stuff.

I douse myself in awesome smelling perfume 

and wear my dainty accessories.

My hair is combed or sometimes curled and 

adorned with a hair band or bow or tied in a pretty plait.

The make-up comes next from its pretty 

packaged tubes, jars and palettes to settle on my face.

I pick my shoes the pointy ones, or flat ones, 

the ones that shine and glitter or the sling backs 

or the super CFM (Come F**k Me) heels.

And lastly I pick out my bag, the pretty clutch, 

the sharp black purse, the sweet one with the ribboned handle.

After all that, I am finally ready.

The messy girl turned into a lady.

I get bursts like that. 

Not often. 

But it happens every now and then.

And I love it.

But it doesn’t last long.

I go back to being the slightly disheveled, 

jeans-slipper-teeshirt wearing girl.

And I love that the most.