Here's just a lovely dress I got on EBay
I got three of the same dress when I got this one, and all of them are beautiful and fun to wear
I though the white stockings worked well with it, and I LOVE white stockings
Fall is descending on us here in New England, and Boston is filled with tourists and leaf peepers. And women wearing hosiery again, thank goodness.
Those of you who have been following my site all these years might not believe this, but sometimes I struggle with stuff to say. Clever comments and witty Aprilism’s don’t just roll off my tongue
Today I want to make some comments on women. Just a few things I have observed over the past few weeks.
There is a whole sort of genre of woman with bad skin. I think you might know what I mean, they are dealing with the effects of adolescent acne, and have a fair amount of scarring or rough skin. Personally this never bothered me. What is interesting is that they often try to hide it with great gobs of makeup, and that is where I come in.
Over the past few weeks I have been doing some arbitration in a new field. (Of course this could be a whole other page, as the field I am working in is one where I have limited expertise.) One of the people representing one of the three sides in this silly dispute is a woman who fits perfectly into this genre.
Her foundation was so thick that it must have been Dermablend or another of those heavy coverage foundations. Her makeup is perfectly done, so perfect it looks odd. Eyebrows expertly drawn on, mascara lash by lash perfect. Blush heavy but looks like it could have been put on with a teeny tiny paint brush. Lips perfectly done, with lip liner. This is not a woman who “puts her face on” in the car in the morning. In fact, she smells like makeup!
I remember an old girlfriend who would put a ton of mascara on, then painstakingly separate her lashes with a pin then re-apply the mascara. That is what this women looks like.
I have caught her with the compact checking her makeup more than once, and in our second meeting notices a run in her hose before lunch, then the run was gone after lunch. She was an over compensator and a face checker. Unfortunately it would be completely inappropriate for me to contact her, so I am watching form afar
I was having lunch in an Au Bon Pan in Boston during the week when a couple of women from Neiman’s cosmetic department sat across the aisle from me. One I have seen before, older, always dressed well, always wearing hose and a ton of makeup. On this day she wore black pattern hose, sort of in a circular pattern. She’s a face checker as well and during lunch checked her face 7 or 8 times.
In fact when they finished eating she and all her colleagues re-applied lipstick, almost in unison! I love face checkers. I would (am?) a face checker now in fact.
Buts wait there’s more. When they stood up she tugged her hose up, first on the lower legs, then through the dress.
I was in line at the supermarket a while ago and a very attractive woman was in front of me. She wasn’t so attractive that I stared, but I did like her nails. They were long, an inch to an inch and a half, and she was very demonstrative with them, answering her phone talking with her hands and more. She was a nail show-er-off-er
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