Wearing Woo and Pillow Pants Too

Days Walking - 36

Heather! Dahling. Yes, we can see the glow of light pollution!! It's somewhat creepy, actually. For weeks, the only light has been the sun, the moon, and what we make. Now there's big X-Files looking glow looming ahead. Fouling up my crisp, clean, no caffeine view of the Milkiest of Ways. But I welcome our arrival.

Civilization is coming... I can feel it...
Boys, liquor, fried foods, hot running water, Electricity that pours like a holy spring from the wall (swoon), Boys, Blonde Ale...

(Oh - Email Erin -
Yes, I am NOT of legal age to drink, that was an astute observation.
I am a very bad person. I promise not to drive.)

Speaking of strangers - Attractive Alaskan Boys with their rugged good looks, strong hands, tight butts, and predilection to buy pretty girls a drink, we've decided to begin the beautification process. Anneli, being All-About Jake of late is not a free bird, but she joined in for the fun femininity of it. (And I'm sure Jake appreciates it)

Being the friendly grooming primates that we are, Church, Anneli and I got together last eve for a Girls Night of sorts. There was much picking through fur and eating of grubs, tweezing, plucking, exfoliating, and so on. Church hooked us up with a manicure. She's really good. It seems that 'Nails 101' is part of her veterinary skills, and we were well-behaved and no one had to hold us down so we wouldn't squirm or bite. She found this a refreshing change. We had to carefully warm the polish (I like to use the crook behind my knee) so that it wouldn't be globby.

"Your toes are your own problem" She said.

Anneli did a thorough, vicious, merciless job on our eyebrows, especially mine (OW!!) and I am once again suitable for display in public places. She tuhrminated one follicle too many on the right side, and now it looks slightly funky. It's silly what one single brow hair will do to your symmetry. I'll just use a gentle smudge of mascara to blend it, no worries.

I gave mini-facials with my amazing apricot scrub and cucumber rinse, and now we all have a glow to shame Aurora. That bitch. She's so shifty.

My hair will have to wait for civilization. I really need to dye my roots. The red has had a good month to grow out, and the new growth is that flat brownish (almost grayish) mouse-like color that is bland and unappealing.

I have sinfully wronged my hair with umpteen diabolical treatments since I was 12, (How could Daddy say No to such a cutie?) and now my natural color looks like ass. I'll just have to wear a hat until I can take care of the roots, that's all. I should have dyed my hair back to an ordinary brown before we started, and it wouldn't show as badly. Now I'll remember. I really like it red, though. Or reddish. It never really becomes the red I dream for.

Also, I realize now that I had not given enough thought to what I would wear while in civilization. I have one classy top and skirt combo (Dad would call them Sunday Clothes) and a lot of sweatclothes and hiking garb. How will I woo men thus clothed? I suppose that round these here parts, men are accustomed to having their women packaged in three-ply down-filled pillow pants.

"Darlin, is them your hips, or your pantaloons?
...I don't like me no bony women."

"Come find out, Sailor."

This is like a makeover episode, isn't it?
Sorry, not very interesting.

The wind is gusting up to 25mph.
Wind chill -35.

How's that for a reality check?
I'd rather talk about pillow pants.

Litany Webb, signing off

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