Posts Tagged ‘vanity’

Got my hair cut and colored the other day. As usual. Cut about an inch off. As usual. Left feeling rather glamorous. As usual. Then, on the very next day, looked almost like I never went. As usual.
But, this time I did think to ask for some advice on how to make my hair look less dry and my hairdresser (who never pushes anything on me) asked what shampoo I use.
Me: Ummm. Well, not really anything in particular.
C: No?
Me: No, I actually just buy whatever smells the best to me at the time.
C: At the grocery store?
Me: Yup.
C: Conditioner?
Me: Sometimes. When I’m at my mother-in-laws because there’s some in the shower. Or sometimes I’ll use Husbands’ 2-in-1 Head & Shoulders. I think that has conditioner in it.
I’m such a lost cause.
Anyway, I came home with a new bottle of shampoo and a new bottle of conditioner. Bought directly from my hair salon. $15 a pop. (Gasp!)

Husband came home that night and gave me the usual thumbs-up on the day-of hair do. I shared with him that I got some advice on my hair and was optimistic about what was sure to be my new shiny, healthy hair due to the amazing shampoo and conditioner I had just purchased. Yay, me!
Husband: Just what you need, huh? More products.
I laughed. Because, there could be absolutely no possibly way that he was serious. And maybe he was.
I’ll let you be the judge.
Here below you can see my extensive collection of shower products.

Note my exciting new shampoo and conditioner. Body Wash is made by Dove, probably cost $2 and has probably been sitting in the same spot in the shower for a month because I lost the loofah. Aforementioned H&S shampoo is not mine.
And here, on the left side of the middle shelf of our medicine cabinet is my complete make-up collection. Really.
Again, note the staggering array of high-cost brands including such notables as Bonnie Bell lip gloss and Maybelline mascara. Rodeo Drive, here I come.
And finally, my additional “vanity items” – Oil of Olay, Ralph Lauren Romance perfume and Dove deodorant. Right Guard, of course, is his. Anything left of the Oil of Olay is “ours”.
So, there you have it. I certainly may be high-maintenance in other ways but products?! Ha. I will not be branded with the Scarlet P. Nope. Not me.
Bring on the $15 shampoo. I think I deserve it.

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On Tuesday and Thursday mornings, I’m solo. Both boys are at pre-school and it’s truly a great time to schedule all the stuff that’s just easier to do without kids. You know…grocery shopping, maybe a pedicure, my own doctor appointments, cleaning the house, folding laundry. So, today I went to Target after drop-off. Wandered around, found what I needed (and, as usual, also found more than I needed), then stopped at Dunkin Donuts for a coffee on my way home. Came home, unloaded the car, called my friend S., answered email, looked at Facebook, installed a couple booster seats at the kitchen table and then, while replacing washcloths in the boys’ bathroom, it happened.

I looked in the mirror.
And, I had a raisin in my hair. Right over my right ear. And it had undoubtedly been with me since I carried Little Brother into school.
WTF? I actually carried this freakin’ raisin around in my hair for the last two and a half hours?! In public?

Which made me contemplate the fact that, at some point in my married / Mommy life, I pretty much stopped looking in the mirror. I mean, of course, I look in the mirror when I need to. Brushing my teeth, drying my hair, etc. But, other than that? Nah. Not so much.
We were given a beautiful tiled mirror as a wedding gift that was generously purchased by my boss from a store in Marblehead that I covet called Comina. I can’t even let myself go in for fear I’ll spend $100 on a napkin ring. And when we received it, it seriously may have been my very favorite wedding gift. Finally unpacking all our pictures the other night (we moved in July but whatever), Husband noticed the mirror was missing.
Me: Oh, yeah, we have that. I unpacked it a few weeks ago.
Husband: So, where is it?
Me: It’s on the floor of my closet.
And, I think I probably stopped looking in mirrors somewhere around the time that I decided my go-to sleepwear was the set of polka dot pajamas I bought at the local Big Y Supermarket.
Poor Husband.

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