Today I have two things running through my mind to share with you. Hair and wrinkles. Settle in folks, this should be fun!
A few weeks ago some of you might remember that I wrote about aging and wrinkles and my intense hatred of both. Well I have, religiously, been putting on my new eye cream, in the morning, in the evening and before bed time. Low and behold it is working. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t resemble a 12 year old by any means, but I have noticed a small difference. Whew. That sure is a good thing.
I work in an office of around 500 people and I see all these women walking around with these dark, dry, wrinkly patches under their eyes and it makes me just cringe. Perhaps they were always there and I just never noticed until I started to have issues myself. Or maybe the global condition and green house effect that all of my lack of recycling, gas guzzling car driving self has inflicted on the environment has finally come back to bite us all in the ass, and the air is toxic and drying out our precious under eye areas….Hmmm, I’m guessing maybe not. But a good rant none-the-less.
Along the same topic of looks, let’s discuss my hair. I have worn it super short and sassy for a ton of years and for the last couple I had been growing it out after a tragic haircut where the hairdresser cut my bangs as short as Mia Farrow’s and I went home crying, face down on my bed, having to be comforted by my little niece, convincing me that “No, I did not look like a boy and she really did like it”. That was a shining Aunt Kim moment. I can still hear the shrieks of my friends at work when they first saw it.
Eyes, closed, going to my happy place.
Anyhow, after that tragedy I was so afraid to let anyone near it and I grew it out to a few inches past shoulder length. I was really enjoying it when one of my girlfriends showed up at a party, her hair freshly chopped and I was reminded of how fun short hair is. I started to realize that long hair, limp, straight long hair, like mine, doesn’t do a whole lot, and by the end of the day would just lay down my head looking like I just couldn’t be bothered to do anything with it that day. My sister (Who’s name we do not speak) was born with these fantastic curls and I was born with stick straight lameness. My friend’s new haircut was my inspiration. Of course the entire time I was in the chair getting it cut I held onto my bangs, threatening the hairdresser that if she cut them, I would cut her.
I started with a little chin length bob cut that I found online on a picture of Meg Ryan. Super cute. A few days into the style I couldn’t get it to look like the picture that I modeled it after, and just didn’t feel like me. Then, low and behold I walk into work behind a woman that is 20 years older than me, at least, with the same exact haircut! What’s that? I now have the hipster hairstyle of the older lady in my office. AGH!!!! I did what I should have done in the first place. I went into my computer archives and printed out my good old reliable picture of Gwyneth Paltrow’s super short haircut, from the movie Sliding Doors. I have worn it for years and love, love, love it!! If you have never seen this movie or haircut you really should Google it. It is just darling. That was just what I needed.
So to sum up, I have a sassy haircut, ever improving under eye skin, and things are going great. Now if only Santa would bring me a live-in maid and chef this year my life would be perfect. Oh, and that magic pill where you lose weight the more bacon and cheese you eat.
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