"She paints her face to hide her face"

I finally saw Memoirs of a Geisha this morning.

I'm so glad that I didn't hear much about the movie other than how good it was because I got to see it with mostly fresh eyes. I did see part of it already, but at least no one had really told me the plot so it was a treat to watch the story unfold before my eyes.

The beauty, the grace, the hollow shell of a woman who is only living to please others... Not a life I would ever want for myself, but such a moving story nonetheless.

Oh my god, it did the same thing to me that watching Pride and Prejudice does...makes me hold my breath, clutch at my throat, and sigh the most girly sigh you can imagine.

I needed that.

For now, the Great Mope has gone on pause.

I just want to get all dolled up, be uber-feminine, and be *gasp* demure.

Ok, well I really don't know if I can pull the demure part off but just the idea of it makes me all gushy.

Anyways, the point is, I decided to treat myself this morning.

After dropping the hubby off for work, I came back, made myself a huge cup of nice strong, sweet coffee, listened to the siren call of the cupcakes on the fridge, and settled in to watch a movie.

Coffee, cupcakes, and geishas.

Oh yes.

Alliteration would have been nice there, but it just wasn't in the cards

Now I'm going to sing along to music and bead a pearl and garnet necklace that's just for me...not gonna sell it.

Hell, I may even wear it someday too.

I have a feeling there will be no new scars today.