I got out of the shower on yet a-n-o-t-h-e-r rainy day. Having decided to put my hair into a pony tail, I put in some gel and finished in the bath. Putting on my very "patent leather" liquid eye liner both eyes came out with a perfect 60's flip and matched each other (the first time that ever happened!!). As I finished putting on my makeup I noticed that my hair had a pretty cool looking fillip to it as well though it was still quite wet.
I got dressed in a black pencil skirt, Chanel black cashmere T and my Paul Smith narrow black jacket with lots of pearls. I kept noticing how fantastic my hair was still looking as it dried. I was rather shocked as my hair is neither straight nor curly but frizzy and it almost never looks fabulous-it's one of my worst features/issues. I put my gorgeous Lanvin ruffle shoes into my bag and (sadly) slipped on my rain boots (they're cute but not nearly as cute as the shoes).
I started to put my hair into the above mentioned pony tail and I saw that it was really beautiful. Gelled, so controlled but with finger wave curls down both sides and a deep wave coming down over my forehead almost to one eye. I thought, "Damn, I look like a 1930's movie star and I'm going with that". I never did put in the pony tail.
Just after I got on the train a tall gorgeous woman in a beautiful outfit (black T, pencil leg pants, knee length tightly knit black and white tweed sweater with a wide black ribbon tying just under her bust line and spectacular black pumps-sleek and high) got on making me feel like a bumpkin in my rain boots. I thought seriously about changing into my Lanvin shoes because "vanity thy name is woman" but I decided to bring to the fore all of my confidence and ignored her presence instead. I read my book, she dozed. As I got off the train and began the climb out of the subway I was particularly glad I didn't put on my shoes as there was a puddle the size of Lake Eerie that we had to wade through at the only exit. I was able to gingerly pick my way through it because of my rain boots.
I got a lot of compliments all day and tried to think how I could get my hair to do this again. When we got home and I went into the bathroom to take my makeup off I was really sad...it had all been so perfect and I didn't really want it to end. I told my husband that I wanted to stay up all night and never take my makeup off since I would never get it to look like that again. He smiled sweetly and was sympathetic but shooed my into the bathroom. With one swipe of a cotton pad it was indeed all gone.
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