Vanity upon vanity

I've not been here in a while and it seems like an eternity! So much is happening around blogsville..yeah been doing my rounds.

On Friday last week, I wore this new traditional dress I just made, to work. I knew I looked good, didn't need nobody to tell me. I just discovered this new tailor in Abuja and I'm so glad I did. Her prices are high, but she is really good. So, back to Friday. There is this chick *Blacky from my office. She's good looking, but I discovered she's always trying to size me up, not confident in her own beauty, needing to put others down to feel better about herself. Below are some sample questions that she's most likely to ask me should we meet during the course of a work day:
"Chickito, I like your shoes. Where did you get them?"
"How much did your jacket cost?"
"Is that an authentic Gucci bag? If you tell me how much you got it, I'll know. The real ones are really expensive. Could be a nice knock off!"
"That can't possibly be real diamond studs on your ears!" Which one be her own sef?

Most of my colleagues and I are like family and I guess Blacky wants to be accepted by all means so she goes about trying to act like she knows what's up, but ends up alienating herself even more. But the one she really does that I can never understand is the way she copies me. She'll never say she likes my hairdo, but a week after I do a new hair do, she'll go and have hers done. At first, I thought it was just coincidence, but it kept on happening. As of this morning, she's sporting a long black weave! If you remember, that's what I have on at the moment!! When I told another colleague of ours, she asked me to ignore her and feel flattered that she wants to be like me. Anyway, Last Friday, I had a shawl over my beautiful dress (It does get painfully cold at the office) when she walked into my office. I wanted her to see my dress and eat her eyes out, but atlas, I was covered. Damn.. I knew if I suddenly removed the shawl, it would've been obvious that I was showing off. She came in with some breakfast and announced that she was going down the hall from my office to eat and invited me to come along. She always did this and I always politely rejected the offer, but that day, I saw it as my chance to show her my dress as i felt I won't have another opportunity , because her office is on another floor of the building). I know, it's terribly childish and vain, but I just couldn't resist. As I got up from my chair I slowly dropped my shawl 'mistakenly' and walked past her. Her mouth almost fell open. I could see she loved the dress, but hated me for having it. She didn't say a word. I didn't mind. As we walked down the hall, all the guys we passed complimented me and she was really fuming. We got to the room and she told me we were having moi moi and ijebu garri (Ok, she went to one Oga's office to collect the garri. The guy is a typical Yoruba man, and can't do without his Ijebu Garri). I ate just a little moi moi. My mission was accomplished. i thanked her and went back to my office. I really still can't believe I did that. I'm not usually that shallow, but this home girl is getting sick of Blacky's attitude.

And to other gist, I had the weekend to think and sort myself out. Boo traveled and I was able to break my emotional thingy with Tom. Told him to get lost in no uncertain terms. He was so angry, I thought he would force himself on me to prove I wanted him. I just prayed for God's help and I got it. I don't think he'll be calling me back. I am content and I can look forward to my future with confidence. Thanks to all of you for your support through the difficult time.

I'm out