Post by Winifred Pallo on May 4, 2012 8:09:20 GMT -5
Winifred gazed out of the window, an early sun rising over the Long Island Sound. She always woke herself up at precisely six 'o' clock AM every single morning to watch the sun come up. Her bed was slightly messy, with Teen Vogue plastered across it, and sundresses, and small snippets of paper with boy advice on them, and bracelets, and necklaces, and - most importantly - her gold eyeshadow. After watching the sun come up, Winifred always got first shower, because she was the oldest in the cabin and she woke up before everyone. Careful not to wake any soul, she slowly made her way over to the shower, which she always made the perfect temperature. Warm, but a little more on the hotter side.
Once showering, she went through her usual morning routine. Clothes, hair, make up, and then whatever she had to do left. She threw on a strapless, sunset orange dress - which went down to about her knees, and then she went to her hair.
Winifred really didn't have to do much with her hair. It always fell very nicely onto her delicate shoulders. So she only brushed it out, then lightly curled it, so it had a nice, natural-looking wave.
Next, make up. Carefully, she applied her glittering gold eyeshadow, cinnamon lip gloss, skin-toned blush, and some light mascara just to top off her natural-beauty look.
Winifred was all about "natural beauty". Because if you look too much like a doll people think that you're insecure and aren't proud of your beauty. So, her soft coat of eye shadow compliments her golden hair, while her skin-toned blush covers up some blemishes on her face, but also mixes with her actual skin color so she doesn't look like she's got big, rosy cheeks.
Last on Winifred's prepare-for-the-day agenda was cleaning up her bed. Ugh. Her least favorite part. But, being that she was Winifred Fionna Pallo, she could make anything fun. This would be no different. While softly humming her infamous Taylor Swift medley, she went to work.
First of all, she had to get that guitar somewhere that was away from poor Lila's bed. Moving the acoustic toward her bed, she moved on. Alright, next step. Get all of this Teen Vogue off of her bed. Gods! Really! She made a mental note to temporarily shut off her subscription until she got all of this reading done. Piling up at least thirty magazines, she carefully placed them on the bedside table. Neatly placing all of her lipstick/gloss, blush, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara and evey other piece of make up in her slightly big cosmetics carrier and putting it next to her magazines, she moved on. Last, she folded her clothes. Dresses, socks, shirts, shorts, skirts and every other scrap of fabric. And then total last, she placed all of her shoes neatly under her bed, all in a perfect line. Done. Finally.
A few campers were stirring now, and breakfast wasn't for another forty-five minutes, so Winifred sat on her bed and pulled off the top magazine. On her stomach, feet in the air, she began to flip through the flimsy pages. She figured that it was pretty odd that she was older than a teen and she was reading Teen Vogue, but, hey, she acted like a thirteen-year-old, so why not? Really, it's fine if you read Teen Vogue once in a while...at least half of those mags were Us Weekly or OK! so she guessed that it was "OK!"
Once showering, she went through her usual morning routine. Clothes, hair, make up, and then whatever she had to do left. She threw on a strapless, sunset orange dress - which went down to about her knees, and then she went to her hair.
Winifred really didn't have to do much with her hair. It always fell very nicely onto her delicate shoulders. So she only brushed it out, then lightly curled it, so it had a nice, natural-looking wave.
Next, make up. Carefully, she applied her glittering gold eyeshadow, cinnamon lip gloss, skin-toned blush, and some light mascara just to top off her natural-beauty look.
Winifred was all about "natural beauty". Because if you look too much like a doll people think that you're insecure and aren't proud of your beauty. So, her soft coat of eye shadow compliments her golden hair, while her skin-toned blush covers up some blemishes on her face, but also mixes with her actual skin color so she doesn't look like she's got big, rosy cheeks.
Last on Winifred's prepare-for-the-day agenda was cleaning up her bed. Ugh. Her least favorite part. But, being that she was Winifred Fionna Pallo, she could make anything fun. This would be no different. While softly humming her infamous Taylor Swift medley, she went to work.
First of all, she had to get that guitar somewhere that was away from poor Lila's bed. Moving the acoustic toward her bed, she moved on. Alright, next step. Get all of this Teen Vogue off of her bed. Gods! Really! She made a mental note to temporarily shut off her subscription until she got all of this reading done. Piling up at least thirty magazines, she carefully placed them on the bedside table. Neatly placing all of her lipstick/gloss, blush, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara and evey other piece of make up in her slightly big cosmetics carrier and putting it next to her magazines, she moved on. Last, she folded her clothes. Dresses, socks, shirts, shorts, skirts and every other scrap of fabric. And then total last, she placed all of her shoes neatly under her bed, all in a perfect line. Done. Finally.
A few campers were stirring now, and breakfast wasn't for another forty-five minutes, so Winifred sat on her bed and pulled off the top magazine. On her stomach, feet in the air, she began to flip through the flimsy pages. She figured that it was pretty odd that she was older than a teen and she was reading Teen Vogue, but, hey, she acted like a thirteen-year-old, so why not? Really, it's fine if you read Teen Vogue once in a while...at least half of those mags were Us Weekly or OK! so she guessed that it was "OK!"