Archive | September, 2010

31 days, no excuses…

30 Sep

Thanks to this blog and this blog, I’m gonna do a variation of this 31-day challenge for  October (which starts tomorrow, HOLLA!).

Here’s the rundown:

  • Day 1: Self portrait – share basics/make an intro.
  • Day 2: Someone you adore – 5 reasons why
  • Day 3: Something you bought today
  • Day 4: A representation of your day – what do you do?
  • Day 5: What’s in your bag? Or something you can’t leave the house without
  • Day 6: Your humble abode
  • Day 7: Something you ate today
  • Day 8: Something you dislike
  • Day 9: A place you went today
  • Day 10: TV show you’re currently addicted to
  • Day 11: Your family pet(s) – if you don’t have one, take a picture of anything
  • Day 12: What’s in your fridge
  • Day 13: The town/city you reside
  • Day 14: Something you craved today
  • Day 15: A stranger and why you chose them
  • Day 16: Your closet
  • Day 17: A representation of the you no one really knows
  • Day 18: Something you collect
  • Day 19: Favorite part of yourself and why
  • Day 20: A hobby you have
  • Day 21: Your parents
  • Day 22: Your room as it is right now
  • Day 23: Go some where you’ve never been & take a picture
  • Day 24: Something you find funny
  • Day 25: Self portrait myspace-esque
  • Day 26: Where you go to relax/get away
  • Day 27: Something that gives you purpose
  • Day 28: A before & after shot of anything
  • Day 29: An action shot
  • Day 30: Another self portrait
  • Day 31: Something that always makes you smile

If you can’t get in the habit on your own, why not let someone help a sister out?

Oh, I’ll let you know how that whole pedicure thing goes and if I come out unscathed.

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Pedicures, jealousy, and why I need a hobby

29 Sep

At 25-years-old it’s likely surprising that I’ve never had a pedicure.  Not even before my wedding.  You see, my land skis are ticklish as-all-get-out.  Just the thought of someone thinking of touching my feet makes me want to kick them in the face.

I used to be ticklish all over–my legs, certain parts of my back, etc.  But then I learned how glorious a professional massage is, and I got over that shit right quick.  I love, love, love a massage, but forget getting anywhere near my tootsies, it aint gonna happen.  Ok, it did happen once–the masseuse promised me that I’d enjoy it (wrong) and I told her I did (lie).  Never again, I know myself.

But my toetalons need some TLC, so tomorrow I’m getting a mani/pedi for the first time in a quarter of a century.

I might also be going because I’ve become really obsessive about my appearance lately.  I’m in an uncharacteristically jealous frame of mind, and have been for the past three or four weeks.  I keep thinking I should get a self-help book on how to get rid of the green-eyed monkey on my back, but then I get sidetracked comparing myself to thinner, prettier women I’m friends with on Facebook.

And then there’s my need for a hobby.  I’ve never really had a hobby and I can never think of anything I’d want to spend time working on repeatedly, so the search continues.  Whenever I get in one of these depressing spells I always toy with the idea of graduate school because I want to go back (in theory).

Skintastic

23 Sep

I’ve been lucky in that my skin is relatively clear.  As I get older it’s getting drier and flakier, but nothing that moisturizer and a love of picking can’t (temporarily) fix.  There are far greater dermatological woes out there, but still I complain inwardly.

I won’t tell you how much money I’ve invested in cosmetics/skincare over the years (don’t want to know), but I will tell you my Sephora VIB balance is in the 600s.  When Husbot asked me, “Is it a dollar for every point?” I replied, “Yes, but I haven’t cashed out in a few years.” Lie.  More like months.

This stuff kind of works, for now.  I’m always on the search for H.G. (Holy Grail) beauty finds, but I’m also fickle and not brand loyal.

Blonde Glambition

21 Sep

I like to think more than do.  On Sundays I fantasize about laying my clothes out for the week, but that’s never happened.  I buy pieces I adore in the store, and then never wear them.  I ponder accessories, but can’t pull the trigger when push comes to shove.

In my mind I’m glamorous perfection but in reality I’m more hobolicious.

It’s fun to think of what you could be, what you could look like, the kind of style you’d have “if only.”  If only I was 10 pounds lighter, if only my skin was clear, if only my chest wasn’t so big,  if only I had time to groom myself like I imagine I would if money and  social responsibility weren’t considerations.

It’s also dangerous as hell because you get caught up in what you want to be and not who you are.  Like my parents warned, time goes by so quickly.  I know that in decades to come I’ll realize that my 25th year was wasted on someone who couldn’t appreciate her strength and beauty because it didn’t measure up to some false belief in perfection.  I wonder if I can change that now and avoid the regret that so often comes with wisdom and age.

It’s always worth reminding myself (and you) that, “Your life has already started. You will never get this time back, this day, this moment, this week – they are all gone. If you want to waste the time you have left waiting[…]that’s your option. But if that’s how you’ve been living – aren’t you tired of that? You DO have a choice, a choice nobody can ever take away from you – you can live an amazing life right now.”  Ragen Chastain

I choose amazing.  Who’s with me?