There are those that wake up in the morning, sit up and tussle their gorgeous manes into perfect placement, stretch their dainty little arms as they shake off the last embraces of slumber, give a cute little yawn that squeaks out much like the sounds of a baby cooing, and they're ready for the day as-is. They slip on their clothes, splash a little water on their faces and that's all there is to it. In which case, we're talking about either the lead in a Disney animated film or someone under the age of 23. The rest of us need a Maybelline moment.
I'm not talking about a full on slathering of stage quality make-up here, but a little sprucing up. Maintenance is required. And any shaking off of the last bits of my slumber usually involves coffee. But a little maintenance is a good thing. Truth be told, if I didn't tweeze my eyebrows, I would be walking around looking like the juice man from those juicer infomercials.
I'm not talking about a full on slathering of stage quality make-up here, but a little sprucing up. Maintenance is required. And any shaking off of the last bits of my slumber usually involves coffee. But a little maintenance is a good thing. Truth be told, if I didn't tweeze my eyebrows, I would be walking around looking like the juice man from those juicer infomercials.
Okay, maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration. But maybe like Brooke Shields in her Blue Lagoon days. Which sounds hot, right? Except I'm not Brooke, and those eyebrows on a not Brooke face just winds up eerily close to looking like two caterpillars laying across my forehead. So there's that.
Which is probably why I was in a tizzy looking for my tweezers this morning. Picture the scene in Love Actually (absolutely LOVE this movie, by the way) where Natalie is coming down the stairs as Hugh Grant's character is standing at the door, and she's all "Where the bleep is my bleeping coat?" That was me. Minus coat. Insert tweezers. And I have no idea why I just bleeped. Bleeping is not my style--forgive me. Only the real and true F word from now on, or nothing at all.
I pictured one of my children taking the tweezers from their home in my bathroom drawer to do some gross and awful exercise, like retrieving something from the toilet or examining something (hopefully NOT from the toilet). Or my husband "borrowing" them to pluck a nose hair or something. I spent probably 15 minutes of my prep time this morning searching for the damn things, thinking, They better not have used them to...
And then I found them. Guess where? In my purse. The black-hole--NO--the Mary Poppins bottomless carpetbag of never ending surprises. Of course that's where they were. (Guess it's time for the annual purging of the purse.) All was saved. Maintenance completed. You're welcome, world. I have saved you from the horror of unfinished faces...again. Have a wonderful, completely not horrified by anyone's lack of maintenance, weekend!
What's your MUST before you walk out the door and face the world?
Which is probably why I was in a tizzy looking for my tweezers this morning. Picture the scene in Love Actually (absolutely LOVE this movie, by the way) where Natalie is coming down the stairs as Hugh Grant's character is standing at the door, and she's all "Where the bleep is my bleeping coat?" That was me. Minus coat. Insert tweezers. And I have no idea why I just bleeped. Bleeping is not my style--forgive me. Only the real and true F word from now on, or nothing at all.
I pictured one of my children taking the tweezers from their home in my bathroom drawer to do some gross and awful exercise, like retrieving something from the toilet or examining something (hopefully NOT from the toilet). Or my husband "borrowing" them to pluck a nose hair or something. I spent probably 15 minutes of my prep time this morning searching for the damn things, thinking, They better not have used them to...
And then I found them. Guess where? In my purse. The black-hole--NO--the Mary Poppins bottomless carpetbag of never ending surprises. Of course that's where they were. (Guess it's time for the annual purging of the purse.) All was saved. Maintenance completed. You're welcome, world. I have saved you from the horror of unfinished faces...again. Have a wonderful, completely not horrified by anyone's lack of maintenance, weekend!
What's your MUST before you walk out the door and face the world?