Day 64
Routine
What do you think of when you hear the word “routine”? Do
you think of a mundane, day after day series of steps taken to get through the
day? Or, do you think of choreographed performance, well-practiced and refined
to a stunning, if predictable, end? Unfortunately, every time an event draws
near that calls for my best look, I revert to the former and decide that
everything I do to get myself together on a normal day is no longer good
enough. I have a long and storied history of trying something different when I
should stick to tried and true. Hair high-lights applied in a hotel bathroom
one day before leaving on a dream cruise vacation. Self-tanner gone madly wrong
before an important work function. An episode with an at-home waxing kit of
which I will spare you the gory details. When will I learn? If it’s important-
go with what you KNOW works. Apparently I have not learned yet.
Yesterday was our second formal event, or ball, this year.
As I mentioned before, I had planned for NO formal events when I took on the
no-buy challenge. I got through the first event with a lovely, flow-y gown I
had worn a few years ago. With four additional gowns in my closet, I felt
confident I could get through event number two.
Here was the week:
Monday: Feeling very smart and prepared, I pull my gowns out
to make a final decision. I would normally shop for weeks to find a dress.
Easy-peasy, I’m all over it.
I find that the dress I was tending toward fit, but looked
tired when I tried it on. Following my own rule, if I don’t feel fabulous, I
can’t wear it. Panic begins to set in. No gown will work.
Flashback: etiquette dictates that a cocktail dress is
appropriate. I dive back in to the closet. A heap of dresses later, I settle on
a red, draped-neck dress with a cool detail on one side of the skirt. I have
strappy sandals. We are back in business.
Tuesday: Visit my sister to have hair cut and styled. “Nothing
drastic,” I tell her. I’m sticking with what I know.
Wednesday: Begin using moisturizer with gradual self-tanner
on my legs so I can go sans-stockings. I have just enough left in my lotion
stash.
Friday: Practice hairstyle. Let’s keep it drama-free.
Continue gradual tanning.
Saturday morning: I start off with a high calorie snack. I’ve
been careful with my diet most of the week but I think it’s scientifically
impossible to convert calories to flesh in a few hours.
11:30 a.m.: Here’s a
fun fact: Shower Power Max Hair Remover also removes gradual self-tanner. A
razor does not.
11:45 a.m.: I cross
off “deep repair hair masque” from the jar and write in “hard to remove hair
gunk.” Return to shower to wash hair again.
Noon: Head out for self-tanner
and a mani-pedi.
4:30: Return home to
commence preparations. We should be leaving at 5:45 p.m. I wash my hair yet again.
I ask my husband to assist with my newly purchased self-tanner. After much
deliberation at Ulta, I chose something I have never used before (of course), a
tanning mist from a brand called Tan Towel. The product tag-line is “Look Good
Naked.” I only want this on my legs but it sounds good, and it’s expensive. My
husband carefully applies to my legs which are now unevenly smooth because
guess what--- the hair remover is not as smooth as shaving.
6:00 p.m.: I am late,
late late. Husband not pleased. A final once over, though, and I feel like I’ve
done the best I can and I feel pretty good, all things considered. It takes a
while to come down from that panicked, late feeling but we end up having a
really, really fun night. When we got home and I took off my strappy sandals, I
found this:
More about the ball
later, today I have a bit of a headache from the indulgence and I have streaked
but happily aching feet from a night of dancing.
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