I got girlier as I got older. I learned to avoid fad fashion at all costs because often, it makes me look like a lump. The more confident I got with myself and comfortable with my individual style, the sexier I felt. And I think it showed. I love to have the time to primp--wash, tone, moisturize, makeup and do my nails, etc. It feels luxurious and that always makes me feel better. Sadly, I'm lacking the time these days. But DH tends to tell me I'm cute or sexy when I'm a bit disheveled or have bedhead so it's not so bad.
'Beneath You'
What Happens in Natter 35 Stays in Natter 35
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Nary a day goes by that MM doesn't call me "Beautiful."
Of course, he has the goatee which = evil so this might not be a nice thing.
Did anyone else see this headline a few days ago: "Bush dog's vasectomy reversed" and think, I know we're all about the intimate details of famous people's lives, but this is a little much! Cause, uh, I did. Until I clicked through and realized they meant bush dog as in the zoo animal. Not the First Pooch, if there is one.
I got girlier as I got older. I learned to avoid fad fashion at all costs because often, it makes me look like a lump. The more confident I got with myself and comfortable with my individual style, the sexier I felt. And I think it showed. I love to have the time to primp--wash, tone, moisturize, makeup and do my nails, etc. It feels luxurious and that always makes me feel better.
I am Cashmere.
Nary a day goes by that MM doesn't call me "Beautiful."
Awwwww!
My old hairstylist used to call them french bangs, but I can't find them called that in Google.
Bettie Page bangs.
Bettie Page bangs.
HOORAY!
The more confident I got with myself and comfortable with my individual style, the sexier I felt.
That's what I'm talking about.
Especially hands. I have always been attracted to people with hands that look like they've been used.
Silly Story as I am 32 ish
I think this started for me in high school with mandatory squae dancing in gym. Like choosing teams, this was bad because boys got to choose the girls they danced with and I did not have male friends in my gym class.
Anyway, on of the other "not chosen" was a boy named Pepsy Kettavong who was/is a sculptor and a refugee from Laos. My friend Judy always said he had "dry carroty feeling hands" but I always prefered that and his quiet dignity to the sweaty gross palms of the other boys although we barely said 2 words to each other.
And he is still an artist [link]
I feel such regret sometimes at the people I was not friends with during high school due to being both too shy and too concerned with what other people thought of me...
::hearts Sophia::
::hearts Sophia::
Also ::hearts Sophia's style::