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Jett Superior laid this on you on || February 25, 2002 || 11:05 pm

Several things lately tell me that I am coming back around to myself again, and I’m glad, because I thought I was becoming someone totally different, someone so un-ME that I was risking losing the ability to look in the mirror anymore.

Day before yesterday I bought very shiny lipstick in a deep red-brown (they call it some form of ’suede’ but I think that is entirely misleading, because when I think of suede in terms of color, I envision a tawny gold or a soft taupe, but those lipstick fuckers are off their rockers…..who else could market something called “Purple Plinkinberry” with such sweeping aplomb and a straight face, daaaahrling?). I have been wearing it constantly since, regardless of the existence or lack of cosmetics on the rest of my face. I like the way it feels on my lips, all smooth and light, and I like the way it feels on my psyche, knowing that my lips are all shiny-bold and back to their brazen selves. Yesterday I bought cha-cha house slippers replete with heels and deeeep-lovely regatta blue (not navy, not royal, but a bastardization of the two) mirabou feathers. When I wear these I am pseudo-Mae West and I say grandiose things that make my children laugh and my husband split time between rolling his eyes and swooning salivation.

Finally, finally, today I made a cake of the darkest, richest devil’s food and decorated it with only stark hot pink squiggles of icing because I thought it was pretty. It’s art in my world, baby, and that’s all that counts.

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