I love pinup girls. I love the art and to be quite honest I love the female form. Mine and others :) The original picture was going to be of Marilyn Monroe but I could not find one that did not have a profound sadness behind her eyes. Never before I had I noticed that. Yet, today I am working on the firm grasp of the obvious.
Over the weekend the good Frater and I were out at lunch when the subject of an old high school picture came up. I was wearing makeup and rather girly in the whole thing. He was fairly taken aback. While he knows that I own "war paint" it rarely comes out. I was explaining that since I was 19 I worked in labs - wastewater labs - and you just didn't want the chemicals ( in all thier glorious forms) getting between your skin and the makeup and so I don't wear it. I was also explaining that since I turned valves for a living for most of the last decade nails and such were just pointless.
Then today Frater ROs post about flush toilets made me giggle. I told him that he could thank me for indoor plumbing later. Then it hit me.
I do not do that anymore. I do not work in a lab or turn valves for a living. Yes friends, I now have a firm grasp of the obvious.
Much like when my liver cleared up, I forgot that I do not have to do that anymore. I am now working on embracing my inner pinup girl. I went to the store and inspected the aisles. To be honest most of the products scared me. I don't know what is in them and was a bit concerned that there was some sort of venom serrum involved (thank you Lavanah for the heads up!) Though it would count as organic and all natural. Still I think I will avoid it. I settled on some of my old friends from high school and set about reexamining my universe.
No, the Great Work for me is not about all of the large epiphanies. It is about the daily ones. It is about the ever evolving process of asking myself "why do I do that?" Sometimes I am flat out amused at the answers. This one was pretty straight forward. I do not do girl stuff out of habit. Plan and simple.
Now don't get me wrong. I am not about to chuck out every bit of comfortable clothing I own and do not expect to see me doing house work in heels. Unlike the dear in the illustration, I have a hammer and know how to use it.