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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.
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.