I checked “to-do’s” off my list yesterday at such a fast and furious rate that all I’ve got on the docket for today are a couple of home “beauty” tasks.
First up, the dying of the hair. Argue as you will, but my motto at this stage of life is “Do not go gently into that head of grey hair.” I don’t care to/can’t quite afford the gorgeous highlighting job I used to get done every other month, so the alternative is a box of Loreal Preference, a nasty old mirror, and the stained utility sink in the laundry room. Voila – I’m back to the uniformly dark brown of my younger years with only 40 minutes’ worth of effort.
Next, the home pedicure. A bag of heavenly-scented Epsom salts, a tub of almost-hot water, a good scrub with the pumice stone, a fresh coat of nail polish and we have adequate (if not quite salon-quality) sandle-weather toes.
And last, I’m undertaking a new adventure – tooth whitening strips. Had my first go last night, sitting around drooling for half an hour while distracting myself with “The Office” on Netflix. We’ll see how that goes…
Why do we do this stuff? As a rabid feminist I can’t help but suspect a culture that diminishes women to their appearance alone. But as an aging mom who cares how she looks, I still go for it.
Fight the good fight.