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Saturday, September 29, 2007
*Warning this post may well bore any male readers*
I went shopping with some girlies today for wedding make-up. I don’t wear much (not base stuff anyway) so was at a bit of a loss where to start. I sat myself down at a well known brand’s counter and asked for “something that doesn’t really look like anything” (mmm coherent.) Anyway skipping quite a lot of colour matching and testing, I walked away with my first ever foundation. Ever.
Does that make me a real grown-up now?! The woman asked what my usual regime was and I was too embarrassed to say “er nothing skin has been the least of my worries” so I made it up. My friend whispered “why don’t you just say I’ve been ill?” but I suddenly went obscurely shy. Strange for me I know, as usually I will take the opportunity to tell anyone and everyone, but for some reason, wedding related stuff has bought out a new slightly more demure side of me (ha, A will be lucky if that lasts for the wedding itself).
When you are so poorly that sitting up takes incredible effort breathing wise, make-up hair and beauty tend to go a little neglected (except for when rather lovely cheering squad members paint your toenails/do you hair for you). I felt this new step into vanity was yet another indication of my transfer into the norm, I suppose I am still shedding elements of the ill me bit by bit, and I am not sure how long it will continue. I can see it going on a while as there are still lots of firsts to come.
I definitely care more about my image now. Actually I didn’t not care, but it’s just I felt too poorly to really enjoy putting on nice clothes etc. It’s so nice to be browsing the shops, looking for clothes which are pretty rather than what is comfy, what will allow me breathing space even when come evening I feel so out of puff I feel restricted in anything and everything.
That energy I had lost isn’t just useful for investing in sponsored walks and campaigning. It’s in doing all the little things again, those things which aren’t essential but are fun. Even taking a long bath is back into my regime, although I still get out sooner than I need through a subconscious fear of getting exhausted.
Speaking of which I am off to immerse myself in gorgeous hot bubbles...
29 years old, small blonde and smiley. I love life, but was facing a death sentence due to end stage cystic fibrosis. Thanks to the generosity of a stranger I received a life-saving double lung transplant in January 2007, and am now a very proud mummy.
I am very much a people person and a rather girly girl, loving all things pink! I enjoy talking, laughing, utilising my love of talking in the form of public speaking and awareness raising, and inventing new words and then being unable to separate them from real ones in my head.