When a friend was helping me discover myself two years ago, it was "definitely just about the clothes, they make me feel good" and there was no way I'd ever get invovled in shoes or makeup, I just didn't get it, didn't see any point.
Now I own three pairs of shoes, a limited set of makeup in black and red (to match my current limited red/black/white wardrobe) and a pair of chicken fillets. I'm keen to get a wig, at least bleach my leg and arm hairs, although Mrs Flowers is not keen that I do either of those, despite her highly enthusiastic acceptance of my dressing generally.
