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Sometimes I wish I could buy a fancy dress, a new pair of high heeled shoes, and have an excuse to schedule an appointment to have my makeup done. I need to embrace my femininity more than just taking care of my son and swiping a floral scented deodorant under my arms.
I want to back comb my hair and wear a heavy lid of eye makeup and go out, somewhere besides the grocery store with a pocket full of coupons and a weekly dinner menu plan.
I want a clutch filled with nothing but powder for my nose and stain for my lips.
I want my man to open the doors for me and strangers to nod and smile.
Is that so much to ask?
What is your excuse to getting dolled up?