Ever have one of those mornings?
Ladies, you probably know what I’m talking about. The day you wake up facing east, but your hair is going west?
Or your favorite dark wash jeans experience closet shrinkage during the night? Darn humidity.
This week has brought a whole ‘nutha level of insecurity, starting with the train wreck adventure of root canal surgery. I am seriously grateful there has been virtually no physical pain. The discomfort actually began as I read the post-op directions. Naturally there was a possibility swelling and bruising; but nobody told me the rescue of my beloved front tooth would bring out the crazy in me.
It was day four, and clearly time to ease back into an elliptical work out – actually a gentle elliptical stroll, so as not to sabotage the fresh surgery. Then, I enjoyed a brief dream vacation my new bffs- Drew and Jonathan, aka HGTV’s Property Brothers. I could hardly wait to dive into a few post-Christmas home improvement projects.
Did I mention that since the surgery, I’ve been attempting to camouflage fabulously swollen cheeks with make up? They’re still swollen, but somehow don’t seem quite as chipmunk-like when covered with Pure Beige by Revlon. Before bedtime, as I washed off the subtle 2′ mask of make up, I made a shocking discovery. Why didn’t somebody tell me I had two black eyes and a purple lip and fu manchu- looking bruise? This week has brought out a whole ‘nutha level of insecurity!
Today there were some tough choices to make. I could:
a) put a paper bag over my head, lauch into a string of unsavory words (for which I’ve sincerely confessed), and drown my pain in Hagen Daz; or
b) embrace the mess.
I chose b. It started with a breakfast date with my best boyfriend/ husband Paul. Poor Vanessa, the sweet Waffle House waitress. After our tasty omelettes, it was apparent the Pure Beige had started to fade. Vanessa caught my eye and whispered softly, “is everything OK, honey?” I hope I didn’t traumatize her too badly.
This afternoon I put on my Hollywood shades, a dash of rose colored gloss- that turned to shimmery brown on the purple lip- and ventured out to Hobby Lobby to start the domestic mini-reno. The Property Brothers would be so proud.
I hope your New Year will be dental disaster-free, as you embrace the mess of 2016. I just found this cool idea from my friend, Maria Nicole. Think I’ll try it.
Happy New Year!