Dear Diary, Entry 4

Dear Diary,

Today I had maybe my most successful shopping trip ever. I spent ages before I left home researching products and reading reviews. I felt like I was wasting time, but it made all the difference.

I bought a striped sheet set and a waffle-weave blanket for my bed. The blanket was marketed as a throw, but it’s a good size and weight for my bed and has an attractive design. There’s nothing like a fresh set of bed linen to lift the spirits.

This afternoon my daughter asked me for help with a work assignment. I’m flattered that she asked me as she’s the sort of person who likes to do everything herself. I enjoy troubleshooting and using my hard-won knowledge to make life easier for other people.

For the first time in months, I saw “my” lady at the makeup shop today. Last week I went in hoping to see her, but she was away. A young, inexperienced saleswoman was there that day. To be fair to her, she did patiently allow me to try seven or eight lipsticks, but the one I settled on looked like a rich purple in the light of the store, but turned out to be a garish reddish pink. Husband thinks it’d look good around his cock, so I’ll keep it for now.

Well, my lady was her usual wonderful self and expertly selected a new shade of lipstick for me. When I told her that I feel that my lips are a bit thin now, she suggested I try a lip liner. I confessed it had been more than a decade since I last used one. I was amazed at how much younger and fuller my lips looked with liner. Sold!

I’m preparing to start my course next month. Since I’ll be older than a lot of the other students, I’m shopping for clothes and accessories that don’t look too matronly; although really, it’s not just that. Now that my child-rearing days are behind me, I’ve rediscovered the 20-year-old me.

Men are so beautiful. They’re appealing in an endless variety of ways: their shape, their style, their smile, their gaze, their swagger.

But I’m not in love with any man except mine.