After four precious hours of sleep (growl, why can't my body accept that eight hours of consecutive sleep is a Good Thing?) I woke up, put on some clothes, put on Just Going Out make-up (less glittery than Clubbing Makje-up, but more goth than Work make-up) and went to the cybercafe to spend some time before going to my grandmother's for dinner.
It wasn't until some little girl was staring at me that I realised what I look like. Docs. Black jeans. Metallica tank top (clearly showing my bra, and some cleavage), and a long-sleeved, black-with-some-silver mesh shirt. Black nailpolish, silver eyeshadow, eyeliner and black lipstick.
Hadn't realised ho much this is growing on me. Is nice. Wonder what gran'll think, though.
Lola update: this morning, she peeked out from her hiding place and stared at me for quite some time. Progress!