I LOVE clothes and makeup and jewelry. I love perfumed body powder and glitter spray. I am addicted to lipstick and vintage clip-on earrings.
I practically DROOL when I see a pair that I have to have.
I make everyone wait for me ALMOST every morning before work. If I cannot find the earrings that I built my ENTIRE outfit around, then I will change the outfit and pout about how my life is ruined and then I will blame it all on Brandee.
I love dressing oddly. Or edgy. Or sexy.
I love pairing something vintage with something new.
I love even MORE taking something that everyone considers ugly and making it beautiful.
It is hard to be broke and love all of these things.
It is hard to be anyone around me when I cannot find something to wear.
Poor everyone else.
Yesterday.......
"Uuuuuuuh OHHHH! We have a new contender for my dress choice Emma." I say in a serious tone.
(And believe you me, I was quite serious.)
"I don't understand why you have contenders at all. Just wear the flowy dress I suggested."
She shrugged and stuffed her nose back into her virtual book.
I sighed. "I CAN'T wear that one!"
"Well! Why NOT!" She insisted.
"BECAUSE! I don't feeeeel flowy. I have to wear how I feel."
"I don't know what you mean." She sighed at me ...(AGAIN)
"I MEAN I don't feel like wearing the hair that that dress requires me too. And the jewelry I would need too. It is flowy and upswept curls and pearls with a hint of pink and I cant do that tonight."
While I spoke my hands were moving about my head as if by magic my hair was transformed and pearls adorned my ears.... Just for a moment.
"Ohmygod. Just wear the black then."
"I don't want to do the black....well maybe. Yeah...maybe it will match the lip shade I want to wear."
I spoke to myself since Emma had stopped listening.
I went to our clothes room and took a black dress off of the metal rod. I felt it. I put it up against my body. I checked the length of my hem and all of the while, in my head my hair was being figured out. My eyeliner was being placed and the earrings were being chosen.
Emma walked into the room. "Just wear that one." She pointed to a black cotton dress.
"THAT one?" I sneered
"What is wrong with that one?" She grunted
"THAT is cotton, and you do NOT wear cotton with the shiny red shoes. No. That says 'Hello I am shopping at Walmart today and I may or may not have a bra on.' I need to wear something that says 'Hello, I am expensive. the items that you are buying from me are expensive..... Now happily give me your money."
I went back into my room and held up a white skirt with black stripes. It had a beautiful cut to it and I loved when I wore it with my jade green blouse.
In the blink of an eye my hair was chosen, my jewelry AND my shoes. That was easy.
It was decided.
I smiled and turned to Emma.
"No. NO. I don't like the shirt you are thinking about. It looks like a pirate."
"A pirate?" I questioned her
"Yes."
I smiled "I LOVE pirates! I can go with that."
My hair was being redesigned in my head even as she shook her head and grasped the skirt out of my hands.
"NOOOO"
"My life is ruined." I frowned and sat on my bed. My fingers touched a former contender that was laying across my bed. Simple, black, beautiful neckline.
I picked it up, slipped it on and walked to the mirror.
I frowned.
I sighed.
I put on a belt.
I frowned.
I sighed.
I turned to Emma.
You may wonder why I ask my 12 year olds opinion in my fashion choices. Why she is the ONLY person in the world who's advice I actually listen to. And the answer is simple.... Because she may ACT like she doesn't care, and act like she doesn't notice.... But she IS my daughter after all and when she DOES care, she has great taste.
She set her book down and stood up. "FINE if you refuse to wear the dress I want you too, you cannot wear that dress. The neckline doesn't match the belt. Put on the polkadots, red heels, red matte lipstick and pin-up hair. Now can I read?
Just like that my mind clicked.
CLICK
CLICK
CLICK
CLICK
Done.
I smiled and sashayed into the bathroom. Happy now that my brain could focus on what was needed.
I started the bath.
"Didn't you already take a shower?" Emma yelled out from the bedroom
"Uhhhh EMMA! That was a washing, what I am about to do is a beautifying process... You have much to learn young padawan."
"Did you know you are DRAMATIC about EVERYTHING?" she huffed at me
"Where do you think you got it kid" I muttered as I poured bath salts into the water.
I smiled.
When I was ready to leave Emma hugged me.
"How do I look?" I asked
"beautiful...as always" She smiled
My daughter is bossy sometimes, but even if I have to pull it out of her, the kid has good taste.
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