The “Favourite Fins” mermaid outfit series seems to be amusing Lynn sufficiently every Thursday. 😉 Puns abound, and I still haven’t worn the mermaid shoes in Real Life yet. As there are three more outfits to go, the chattier Thursday style posts may leak over a little bit into Tuesdays. Hope that’s okay!
Sunday happened to be the perfect time to consider all the factors in my C.B.T. toolkit as we were off to another pre-wedding shindig. Mum, me and Mary 2. Mary 3 is busy with her degree. I wasn’t as worried about this one as it was not a family affair and required that I merely turn up looking clean. Okay, maybe a bit more than just CLEAN. Get this, I contoured.
In all honesty it’s been a while since we all got gussied up, (or whatever the expression is) so I was looking forward to it. I was actually considering a very vibrant purple lip but blotted it to death and then powdered it to something more palatable. Then I had a crisis that a blackberry mouth somehow aged me into Auntie status and went for a nice, neutral, non-Auntie inferring Praline Beige.
Mmmm. Pralines. Mmm Guylian. Other Belgian chocolate sea-shells are available.
It was really the same old, same old, but as usual I like and enjoy events that are clearly family-organised, a team effort from the decor to the food. Its those little labours of love that… express love really. I’m probably biggest on quality time, myself. Of course the whole shindig got Mum back on the “You looked pretty last night and seem fine, therefore I really think you should find a husband now” train, as if a husband is… a draught excluder… a mortgage…. or some sort of kitchen gadget – all three of these obviously inferring Official Grown Up Status.
I can’t seem to do anything about this ageing malarkey that seems to spur her on so much. I see it as a fact of life. I think that’s exactly the sentiment that went into Agapi Mou, the idea that the most complex wars are fought on the terrain of the body of Woman.
Unfortunately I can’t cease to find something a little bit political about that fact. Although love is a big deal to me, even that is not safe because I truly believe that who we decide to love (and marry) is the single biggest revolutionary decision we will ever make – in terms of a revolution of the Self – in preparation for the Other.
~ Pola ~