Unwelcome change...

Lately I've become aware of some startling new changes happening to me. So startling, in fact, that I cannot deny it any longer. I fear that I am turning into a woman, as it were. No, I'm not referring to raging hormones, lumps on my chest, blood coming from places it didn't come from before, or hair growing in unusual places. That transformation ended (thankfully) years and years ago. I'm speaking in more symbolic and wider terms.

Those who know me, or have followed this blog for a while, know that I am not your typical female. Apart from the obvious physical traits of womanhood (ie the boobage), my femininity mainly expresses itself through a big pile of shoes, and they're all flat, comfortable shoes, mind. And I do have an above average amount of scarves and jackets.

Last weekend I was, rather unusually, putting on some makeup, a thing I only do when I go out to the pub, if I'm in the right mood. As I was putting some eyeshadow on, I remembered where I'd bought said box of eyeshadow. It was for my brothers wedding. Over five years ago. And I haven't really bought that much of anything since that. Make up is said to have an expiration date of 1-2 years. Safe to say I'm well past that on just about everything I have in my rather poorly stocked make up bag.

This realization matched with a growing concern for the redness on my cheeks, and a general desire to look better when I go out the door, I marched downstairs (yes, downstairs) to my beloved Boots pharmacy. Unbelievably I ended up buying a face cream, mineral foundation and blush, shelling out almost €60. Which, by my standards, is... A lot.

There are a few things I've told myself that I will not buy. Mineral make up is one of them. Those big baggy harem trousers is another. Now I have both. And my collection of shoes and scarves are growing at a steady rate. The only comfort is, there's still no heels in sight...