becoming a girl again

Once again I'm struck by how much I'm changing. I think I'm finally reaching out to embrace my long-lost feminine side or something like that, anti-kikay that I am. It begins with my preference for clothes.

When Franco was still here, he used to urge me to wear skirts when we get together. I think it started with that. Though I still stuck mostly to jeans, I became open to the idea of wearing skirts.

But wearing skirts when you're practically living in your jeans takes some getting used to, and then some. For starters, they don't really go all that well with my beloved Chucks so I had to look for footwear to match them girly skirts. Enter the trusty flipflops.

Now, I have rather sensitive feet which easily get callouses when the material of the footwear I'm donning rubs too much. That is precisely the reason why I'm partial to Chucks in the first place, since I can wear socks with them and thus protect my feet. I've made some misjudgments before about some footwear I bought and learned rather hard lessons in the form of callouses, and in some cases, even wounds.

So far the most comfortable open footwear I have are my trusty Skechers which I bought with Franco. Next in line are the Planet and Sandugo flipflops. The Dickies flipflops, however much I like them, I cannot wear for long periods since they hurt my feet. Hopefully the Grendhas I bought earlier wouldn't have the same effect.

That's about it for now about clothes. Suffice it to say I'm still in the process of fully embracing femininity in all its glossed and stilletoed glory. Whether I actually get there or not remains to be seen though.

Next stop, reading materials. Even I surprised myself with the number of fashion magazines I bought these last two months. And the funny thing is I'm actually getting some ideas from them. My current addiction to eBay, for example, wouldn't be if I hadn't read about it in Chalk. The trends and makeup are a whole another story though, as I have yet to conquer my fear of wearing a painted face and uber-feminine threads, although I actually love stilleto heels [I fondly call them hooker heels] and--quite shockingly--can walk just fine in them without toppling over.

Years from now, I might actually find myself wearing a dress and killer stilletos, my hair perfectly coiffed and my face completely made up, with an uber-chic clutch bag completing the whole Cosmo-girl getup. I might, and maybe I might not. Who knows? Right now the thought just scares me. I'm sticking to jeans and flipflops, thank you very much. Well, for now at least.