enh. suddenly, though, I have the yen for a new box of checks.
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Heh.
Now I have to go soak my fingers in acetone...
hey, did you want a spa appointment with us on Friday?
Um, what would it involve? (hi, yes, I've never gone to a spa.)
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t faints
(I went for the first time a few years ago. I adore it now and couldn't live without going. Not that I've been anytime recently.)
I'm inherently DIY. Not sure if it comes from perfectionism, fear of The People or reluctance to ask for help. Or from a sorta crunchy upbringing when it comes to beautification. Makeup to my mother was lipstick. In the past decade, she's flirted with eyeliner and brow pencil as hers fade, but she's a little mystified by all that. All my girliness is self taught.
edit: and as soon as I shoot the cat, I'm going to start gluing my nails on....
OSU beat Michigan. Let the looting and burning begin. *sigh*
Or from a sorta crunchy upbringing when it comes to beautification.
How funny - I never thought about this aspect of my upbringing affecting how I beautify. My mother had pots and tubes and jars and bottles. She had her hair colored and cut all the time. She owned more makeup than Tammy Faye. Once spas started catering to more than the wealthy, she started going and pushing my sister and I to go.
The odd thing about it, though is that she's not at all about "having" to look good. She's not the type to never go outside without her make-up on or hair done like I am. She's more about, "It's nice to be pampered and relax and sit in a jacuzzi."
Spas are fun! Free fruit! And cucumber slices!
OSU beat Michigan. Let the looting and burning begin. *sigh*
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Yeah, my mom didn't. She had one shade of lipstick and face cream. She did go get her hair cut, but it wasn't until I was early teens that anyone other than her cut mine, and that was fine with me. Dad and brother went to the barber, but that was self defense. She could cut their hair fine. She just got the giggles, which made dad way too nervous. My brother, well, she nipped his ear with the scissors once when he was wee and he never let her come near him again. Of course, he was also traumatized by the blower, so haircuts for him were dramafilled, to say the least.