A Fresh Coat of Paint

So the past few days have been filled with superior day drinking weather. It has been the perfect combination of  temperatures in the low 70′s and sunny during the afternoon with temperatures falling to the low 50′s at night. I am talking windows open, music blaring and dance parties in my world right now.

And when this time of year commences, I absolutely have a uniform.

There is no outfit I adore more than a wife beater, the coziest jeans, a hoodie and flip flops. It is my automagic go to.  I love it! It is my favorite! I could quite possibly live in it.

And for quite a few years that is exactly what I did. But at the same time I neglected my inner girly girl.

We used to love each other, maybe a little too much. But there was never a question of my love of shoes or all things pretty.

The other day I spotted an old table wasting away outside of my laundry room. I paused for a moment and tried to re-imagine it.

The kitchen! Yes! It would be the perfect solution to my table/island/desk that I do not own.

So, I sent a message to my landlord asking if I could buy it from her. She so kindly offered to grant it to me.

I grabbed a pint of paint and a brush because just like me, this table was ready to have its inner beauty shine.

I feel like I have spent far too long suppressing my love for looking cute for the sake of comfort.

So today, I took girly girl me on a date.

We did fabulous things!

We bought lovely new shoes.

And of course naked happened! Have we forgotten my recent procurement of naked scented perfume?

Is there somewhere I can sign up for this arrangement?

And hello, new eye shadow color palette!

I spent the day surrounding myself with all the things girls are supposed to love. And guess what? I do!

I painted my fingers and toes, and I bestowed new life to a found object.

With a little bit of encouragement and a fresh coat of makeup, I breathed new life into two things that needed a re-purpose.