"Girlification"

Tomorrow, Gaspar and I are going to a friend's family occassion. I love our friends and it's going to be a really nice day. And I'm looking forward to the day. What I am not looking forward to is Girlification.

What is "Girlification" you may ask? It's the process of making oneself look girly. This involves some type of mangling of the hair, careful but ultimately sloppy application of make-up and possibly nailpolish, the torture device known as pantyhose and - God help me - quite probably - a DRESS. I have been trying to avoid Girlification at all costs knowing it will be inevitable and on a much larger scale on my eventual wedding day. (Yes yes we will get married, yes yes we aren't engaged yet but we will be soon so everyone stop asking, got it?!?) Till then I have been opting for pants, some kind of shirt, and maybe a little chapstick at best. But I think I'm gonna have to dress it up a bit tomorrow.

This is not to say I haven't gone through girly phases in the past. But much to the horror of some people in my life, if the mood strikes and I do wear a dress of some sort it is usually accompanied by some sort of combat boots, even sneakers. I think the lasting memory of my Sweet Sixteen many moons ago - at least in the mind of my Grandma - is my hippy-looking dress and men's Doc Marten shoes. Hey at least I thought I looked cool.

Some friends of mine from work have suggested and even offered giving me a makeover. One inparticular recommended "Queer Eye." Thanks A LOT. But it isn't me. I'm much more a pajama pants and T-shirt kind of girl. And at least my socks have matched more often than they have in the past. I only own one dress so I guess that's what I'll be wearing tomorrow. *sigh*