Getting Ready

A couple funny things about getting fancy for the day:


1. I look completely ridiculous in the process of hair-do.  Case in point: Velcro rollers.  My daughter Ally said "Mom, why do you have those little tunnels in your hair?"

2. Sometimes husband wonders if the look is complete but is reluctant to ask.  Example below: pin curls.  He asked, "So are you going out with those little buns on your head?"  



He was relieved to see that the result was the picture below and not some weird experiment with a rebellious, youthful look. 

3. Sometimes you hope that Thursday's hair and makeup will carry over through the next morning.  But you end up with a Freaky Friday:

The Morning After Day Deux

The best thing about choosing to spend an hour to curl my hair on day 2, Sunday, was that I didn't have to do my hair on day 3, Monday. I rocked my aftercurl. This was a wonderful thing because, as you can see, I was very tired that morning--so tired, in fact, that I had little brown bags under my eyes. 

If you scroll down, tilt your head and look a bit closer--you'll see the little bags.

 

Day Deux

Below is my Sunday look.  I used a 1" ceramic curler.  The first look I call "Happy," the second, "Magnum for Moms."  I've really had fun with this.  A collegue of my husband's said, "You know you've really been looking pretty these days."  I tried not to resent the fact that she sounded seriously surprised.  I said "Thank you.  I'm trying to pull it together--this whole two kids thing really threw me for a loop."  Maybe that awkward comment distroyed my fabulous, but I didn't mind.  I strutted out that door like a Beverly Hills Housewife free of emotional problems.  And I reminded myself, "Work it Girl!"

Forty Days of Fabulous

I’ve been tired and moping around for a while and I’m tired of being tired and moping around.  In a weird way, it is comfortable in this little rut and oftentimes being comfortable, for me, means looking like a slob.  In an effort to get excited about life and show myself a little more respect, I started a program on Saturday called, “Forty Days of Fabulous.”  Every day, before I show my face in public, for the next forty days, I will have styled hair, sensible makeup, and normal clothes (normal clothes meaning no random t-shirts, sweatpants/pajama pants, or hot-air-balloon sized frumpy shirts that hide everything and make me look 50 pounds heavier than my already heavy frame).   It is day four and I feel great.  Here are the pictures from day one.  They're a little goofy, but I'm goofy and will always be no matter the fabulousness.  Stay tuned.