Listening: Moulin Rouge soundtrack
I'd rather be: skinny
Enjoying: angel hair pasta

Ah the things we do. My mother would call it vanity, and it took growing up to understand what she meant. When I was little I assumed you weren't vain if you took the time to look good. You were vain if you assumed you already looked good.

Then I spent years not caring about how I looked (ie college) and only recently have begun to see how much effort I'm willing to put into looking good.

And considering my feminist bent, it's really surprising the things I'll do to my body to try and make it work.

Thorough cleaning. A normal shower, plus shaving. Plus a mud mask to clear out the pores and soften the skin. "salt glow" to smooth out rough skin, a "misting spray" to bring moisture to the skin.

Thorough grooming: Brush my hair like crazy (I cut four-ish inches from it on Thursday to get rid of split ends and unevenness, worked out pretty well), I'll be curling the tips and use a few clasping pins to keep it out of my eyes. Painted my nails red. I'll actually use foundation to try to get my skin close to the same color. Some will likely also go on my upper chest. Likely some light blush, eyeliner and lip liner. Eye shadow, mascara and lipstick.

Gotta cut my toenails.

Use of medieval torture devices to make my modern clothes look good: slimming corset, tight underpants that will make a chastity belt look vanilla, panty hose, double-D underwire bra, and tight shoes. The heels on the shoes are only one and a half inches so as not to tower over my Molasses.

Then toss the dress over the clothes and the shawl to cover my upper arms (the dress is sleeveless and I'd rather not show off my farmer's tan and scars and such). And then accessorize: important wallet items into a little black purse, black opera gloves, cross necklace that my sister gave me (red & black; she knows me) watch and hair pins. I won't be able to wear my ring and my gloves so I'll have to think of something else. Maybe I can dig up a ribbon.

Then some perfume and pray to God that it all works out.

Apologize to Molasses for taking so long and then head out.

Sounds so easy. Please let it all work out....

pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease