Who Am I Kidding?

I was trying to be a lady today.

I spent the morning in the salon with Jay, who gave me a lovely new fresh look for the Spring with a cut and colour. I do enjoy the chance to sit in the hairdressers. It's nice to know that whatever may be happeining, I can't do a thing about it. I'm not about to run out of a shop with my foils, regardless of the crisis. There were none. So I read the latest magazines, drank coffee and caught up on the hot gossip from the youth of today.

I do often wonder who is looking back at me from the mirror - certainly not the me I imagine it to be, but then I've always had delusions of my Peter Pan-ness. Today I decided that this old lipstick wouldn't do, it just didn't look 'fresh, spring like, this seasons hot colour'. It wasn't reflecting the magazines I had just read or my new hair colour.

Into the shops and up to the beauty counters, with a budget thankfully. Many are out of my league. I asked the fresh face behind the counter what was new, what could replace this dated look, what would suit me? She lied, She told me this was the colour for me, it reflected my skin tones, worked well with my style - it was all hidden under a jacket what did she know? I was putty in her hands.

The names of lipstick are important. I forgot to ask what this was. I was becoming aware that I had left my babes for a while and wanted back, my confidence in new shades was waining. I should have stopped, asked the name and then politely declined.

Instead I confronted it head on. I instantly replied 'put your coat on lippy, you've pulled'.

Now home, 'Slow Zone'(?!!!) and I are not so sure about each other. All of this mornings giddy romance is slipping away. A dog may be for life, a child, even some may consider a husband for life, but me and this lippy are about to part ways. My girl will know someone who can love it. I will go back to my faithful tried and tested shades and stop trying to look like a man in drag!