It’s been forever since I’ve participated in SPT, but since today is my birthday, I thought I’d post my 41 year old mug. That is, before my fabulous sister’s makeover. This is pre-color and cut, sans makeup, bedhead, first thing in the morning. Itchy scratcy hayfever eyes. Moderately chapped lips. Greasy hair. What can I say. I’m low maintenance when it comes to things like grooming. I do brush my teeth. (Most of the time.)
Lo and behold, the wonders that can be wrought. My sister is an Artiste! The new me, in my fun and funky new do. (The new me, wearing my classic 20 year old black sweater which I’ve worn once a week every week for the last twenty years, no exaggeration, and how will I ever replace it when it’s gone ) It’s especially great for me to have fun and whimsical hair because it balances out the rest of me that is all business, seriousness, and responsibility (translation: stressed out). She’s an amazing hair stylist, and I have the benefit of being her sister. It’s a sweet deal. Plus, it’s totally low maintenance. The messier, the better. I’m loving it! She also gave me a bag full of goodies that I tend not to get for myself. Things like mascara (L’Oreal Volume Shocking, and let me say, this stuff works magic on nearly nonexistent lashes like mine), lotions, lip gloss and balms, a compact eyelash curler, and a super light and fresh foundation lotion. She knows me well; that I can’t stand the feel of gunk on my skin, and that I’m sensitive to and intolerant of many scented things. All these finds are things I will actually use. A treat! And then! Then she took me to lunch and we dined on the most scrumptious and decadent dungeness crab and avocado sandwiches, topped with caramelized onions and melted cheddar. Divine! I had only been to that restaurant once before, years ago. She, me, and P, we three. Before things went awry, before he left this world. A few tears were shed. But we rejoiced in the life we have remaining, in the part of him that lives on in his children. They are beautiful children, full of love and light. Sigh… I miss those kids. They live far far away.
Now isn’t this the creme de la creme! My other fabulous sister, who was just visiting, has bestowed on me this most extravagant and delicious gift. I feel a bit guilty about my post earlier this month, in which I lamented over the beauty of the outrageously expensive porcelain pot.
Oh the color! Oh the shape! My, oh my. . . And it’s mine! Sigh. Ahhhhhh. I am having the most fabulous of birthdays. So much beauty and color.
Speaking of color. How gorgeous are these Orchids from a good friend and orchids from Mr. Gadget. I love orchids! Such a fabulous birthday. So much to take in. So much to be thankful for. Seeing my sisters. Now that’s the best thing. I’m all smiles because of them. No, seeing my Boo. Now that’s the best thing. I’m all smiles because of him. I know what it is. It’s love. Love is the best thing. I’m all smiles because of love. Love with a capital L.
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