Oh, so girly.

I finally did it. I bought myself some garb. ::squee:: The budget was finally there, and I was in Ophelia's, and it started to rain. I'm not made of STONE, you know. :)

I felt so darn pretty that I was seeking out people I knew to show them, and to have them tell me I looked pretty. That was weird. It's possible that I'm a bit sunburned from being pink with delight in myself all afternoon. Here's an indication: I felt pretty enough that, when somebody suggested taking a picture of me, I did not threaten to tear their thumbs off. (No, a picture wasn't taken.)

Does one get a hangover from such an experience? I liked it very much. More, please?