It's sitting outside weather right now. I love it! Today we are planting some flowers and turning on the watering system and generally waking up to the dry season. Kind of like my skin regularly. I had normal skin all my life, and have trouble adjusting to the fact that I now need an oil derick attached to me - all moisture is absorbed instantly and no matter how many times I put cream on my skin it can always drink in more. I'm not very girly, and all my life have had an aversion to creams, perfume, foundation and manicures. I came late to the sunscreen dance, and still have to put anything on my face by an act of will. I used soap and water exclusively until my fifties. A salon is my idea of purgatory.
Now shoes are another matter. Like my mother before me, I am drawn to a new pair of shoes like a transformer to a magnet. And yes, I wear earrings, and sometimes even a necklace, and I have skirts and dresses, mostly lost in the recesses of my closet, but I'm not against them, I just never wear them. That is because, if they require tights or pantyhose, I won't put them on. They are a summer only option. I have sworn off hose in all forms. Socks are okay, and I do wear an occasional skirt with shoes and socks. Like once a year.
As a kid I was a tomboy with some girlie flourishes. I remain the same. Destiny is powerful.
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