Being girly
I spent a lovely day with Andrea yesterday. Slept over last night, woke up with two of her cats on the bed and then spent the rest of the time dodging her insane black lab. In theory I like dogs, I truly want to like any animal that only wants me to like them back, but I'm sorry, 70 lbs of slobbering, loud-breathing, ADHD black mess just doesn't cut it for me.
No matter, she showed me where she works and then we bummed around Rochester being girly. I was entranced by expensive shoes, then entranced by expensive clothes. I tried on a couple pairs of heels that made me almost as tall as Andrea. They were beautiful, made the muscles on my calves look awesome, tall enough to merit respect for learning to walk in them, even. But I would never buy them. It's not even about the money, if I had it. Practicality is never the point of being girly. It's just something I can't do when I'm around my boys, and won't do when I'm alone. Some amazing bonding experience that can only be shared by a girl and her oldest friend, just for the sake of being shared.
AWWWW....Oprah moment!!!!
Today it is cloudy and cold, a product of the insane thunder storms we had yesterday evening. I am going to meet the poet Hayan Charara, who is doing a reading tonight in Detroit. I'm quite excited about this. In the meantime, I have tons of jewelry to make today, my first art show is this weekend and the one-man sweatshop is woefully unprepared.
Hello, Becky Locke, if you see this, contact me if you want to go to the poetry reading with me, you said you did last time we talked, so let me know!!!!
No matter, she showed me where she works and then we bummed around Rochester being girly. I was entranced by expensive shoes, then entranced by expensive clothes. I tried on a couple pairs of heels that made me almost as tall as Andrea. They were beautiful, made the muscles on my calves look awesome, tall enough to merit respect for learning to walk in them, even. But I would never buy them. It's not even about the money, if I had it. Practicality is never the point of being girly. It's just something I can't do when I'm around my boys, and won't do when I'm alone. Some amazing bonding experience that can only be shared by a girl and her oldest friend, just for the sake of being shared.
AWWWW....Oprah moment!!!!
Today it is cloudy and cold, a product of the insane thunder storms we had yesterday evening. I am going to meet the poet Hayan Charara, who is doing a reading tonight in Detroit. I'm quite excited about this. In the meantime, I have tons of jewelry to make today, my first art show is this weekend and the one-man sweatshop is woefully unprepared.
Hello, Becky Locke, if you see this, contact me if you want to go to the poetry reading with me, you said you did last time we talked, so let me know!!!!