My Face is Burning. And other Hot Topics.

First, let’s get the gratitude out of the way.

If I did not regularly get a facial waxing (yes, I said facial; I am Teen Wolf’s older sister, 30-something Wolfette, and as a result, I must tame the Fu Manchu/full beard that erupts on my face every so often), I would look like Madame Frida Kahlo’s invention to the left. I am very thankful to the artistes that re-fashion the jungle on my face into nice eyebrows and smooth, smooth skin.

That said, this mess hurts. I got a fresh waxing a few hours ago. Yikes. I’ve been waxing since my late teens, so it’s not my first time at the rodeo, BUT IT HURTS. And it’s so violent. Is there a way to lovingly and calmly rip hair off someone’s face? Somebody, please find a way.

In other news, I plan on making a trip to the museum this weekend. It’s only Thurstinkday, but I’m already making plans! (My love of all things museum has been discussed at length…)Me and a pal will be heading to the National Portrait Gallery on Saturday. Can’t.wait. A report will be provided on Monday, of course.

In other, other news, I’m apparently trying to usher in the weekend against its will. It’s not Friday, Kitten Heel Marvel. It’s not Friday. (Long sigh).

Onwards…

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Girley Goes to the Museum!

I finally got my art fill this past weekend, and it was oh, so good.

Me, my Bros, and our family friend took a trip downtown to the National Gallery of Art on Saturday afternoon and took our time going from exhibit room to exhibit room, hallway to hallway, here and there. We mused and discussed paintings and sculptures; I played amateur tour guide and, mostly against their will, waxed on and on about archetypes and meaning and depth. It.was.awesome. So happy I was finally able to get down there and take it all in.

Photos and captions, coming in a few…