chica suava ii.

[happenings].

One of my first entries on this blog was a creative experiment titled chica suava, entirely fictional of a girl feigning confidence then tripping on her stiletto. Perhaps it was a bad omen to write it...because this past Sunday I practically did everything, which was described in that small excerpt.

This past Sunday, I put particular effort in my appearance--which doesn't happen too often. It was the first time I had straightened my hair and put make-up on my face in maybe over a month. I felt very confident in my appearance...and perhaps too much so. I had a cute tan coat on, Donna vonFurstenburg bag, and fake Chanel sunglasses resting on the nearly non-existent bridge of my nose. I walked hurriedly and cutely knowing I was already late for church. Nearing the church building I saw a youth and cooly chatted and walked with him. Heading for the front door I peered at my reflection quickly in the glass and smiled. I was seriously feeling cute or something. As we walked into the building another teenage boy was waiting in the foyer. I pulled my sunglasses up pulling back my hair and flashed a nice smile. I lightly skipped up the stairs by myself feeling pretty. Then....WHAM. I tripped on my foot catapulting forward face down at the entrance of the sanctuary, and screamed, "O God!" LOL. I can't believe I screamed "O God!" tripping late into church.