May 14, 2013
Brow, ME Newsletter, Vol. 6, Issue 20
So, I was having one of my occasional high-brow threading treatments when I realized, well... I’m old. It happened when I was given the mirror to inspect the new brow-do and, well.. there I sat in my melon pants and floral top, sporting a nose stud, tattoos and looking... old and tired, and well... brow-beaten.
True, I had already made 3 laps around the mall, but was happily counting it as exercise. I ordered a gift, picked up another gift, stopped to have my brows threaded. Actually, even before the inspection, when I had been squished into a waiting area with four young ladies whose stick-figure silhouettes inspired envy, well... that was the start of the recognition of the dawning of the old age of a Cancer/Leo cusp.
Then, short on energy and saliva, I stopped for a diet coke and to place take-out order. As I paid for my dinner, the old-enough-to-know -better- than-to-insult-customers-with-uninhibited-outbreaks -of-inappropriate-freedom-of-stupid-speech-opinions cashier exclaimed, “Oh, wow! Crackle! I haven’t see THAT in a while!” Well, damn. It looks like I may have held onto another trend too long. Of course, it didn’t seem too long to me, because, well.. time goes faster as you get older. I didn’t bother to explain that cracklepolish hides chips nicely, and since I’ve been spending a lot of time packing up stuff, many layers of polish give my nails a little extra strength, too. The things is, she might be right. I do tend to stick with what I like, because, well... I like it.
From that interesting encounter, I trudged back to the first store to pick up my special order, and was finally done with the self-torture errands. Two hours of mall-attack sensory overload, had me slothing to my I’m-going-to-get-as-many-steps-logged-in-today-on-my pedometer end of the row where I had purposefully and enthusiastically parked car. I lugged myself and everything upstairs in one trip. To my delayed dismay, I noticed I was missing the very special gift that started this whole excursion. The thought of having to go back to them mall to try and find it nearly drove me to tears.
So, back down I went, around the corner to the car park, into the trunk, where it thankfully had just managed to escape my earlier attention. Purchase firmly grasped, with the near-end in my unhindered line of sight, I shuffled back around the corner, and used the railing to guide myself back upstairs.
Yep, lapping the mall and stairing repeatedly the first day of May at 80 degrees, well… it was not entirely surprising that I was not a pretty sight in my own mirror. My dry, fly-away and yet still floppy short head of standing almost straight up from wind hair was a brittle straw-resembling ugly mess. I also had some serious eye bags and no more mascara on my right eye due severe watery reaction to overly perfumed stores of stinky stuff.
At least, I accomplished the gifting, survived brisk walking, temporary panic, multiple stair-ing, and my brows were no longer weighing heavily on my mind… or brow. So, even if you are old, and tired and stuck in past current trends, a small $15.00 beauty indulgence still has the remarkable super-strength power required to offset even the worst bad self-image day. Highly recommend it.
Posted by jaselin at May 14, 2013 06:13 PM