I think it was the Windsor Arms Spa in Toronto where I first learned about the concept of threading for hair removal. And since that time, I will do nothing else but threading (or tweezing). And wax will come not near my skin. Can you imagine the damage you do to your skin around your eyes when you yank on it for 30 years?
Fortunately, I am generally lightly haired on the rest of my body, but like many of us, there is hairs on my upper lip that I hate. They are probably not very noticeable, but I like to get them removed. I pay someone $10 to rip them out with thread.
July 14th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: Son of a Bitch. That Hurts.
I had a meeting with the president of our organization today because he wanted to get an update on my department. I invited my boss – who had just returned from a 2 week tropical vacation – to join us so she could get the same update.
I’ll admit, I’ve been a bit stressed lately, not getting enough exercise, nor eating right, or getting outside. Not sleeping enough, and frankly not looking my best. While the president talked to us, he looked back and forth. And eventually laughed and said “it’s funny – she’s so golden, you are well. . . not. You need to get outside!”
Pasty, I guess.
July 10th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: 60 SPF sunscreen on my face on the Canada Day weekend did me no favours.
I’ve been struggling for years to control my skin that just doesn’t want to believe that I am no longer teenager. Unfortunately, it is something of a split personality as it thinks it is middle aged as well. Break outs and fine lines. . and I am fooling myself when I pretend not to see more than fine lines around my eyes. Sigh.
I was fortunate not to ever suffer from Cystic Acne and I won’t even pretend I have it that bad. I have breakouts that are annoying normally – more so than horrible or disfiguring.
But annoying enough that I want it to go away. Over the years, I have tried many things – topical and oral, prescription and otherwise and been able to keep things in check. But when I don’t get enough sleep, don’t drink enough water, don’t wash my face and have too much stress in my life – watch out.
It doesn’t help that I am make-up retarded so, unlike those crazy talented make-up people on YouTube that seem to cover over any problem, I go plain faced. Though I do believe that it helps my skin to stay clean and moisturized at any given time.
Like many – I am a sucker for skin care products and will try find beauty in a bottle. And since I am now really trying to eliminate the chemicals that aren’t doing me or the earth any favours, I tend to stick to natural brands. A bit ago, I stumbled upon Eminence and thought I would give their probiotic line a try.
Man – this stuff smells like tea tree oil – strong and spicy but I like it. I washed my face and I love it. Clean, soft, greaseless, supple and well mostly clean.
May 8th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: New hope in a bottle. Let’s see.
I walked from Yaletown to Gastown to get my nails done. They convinced me not to go with the plain French manicure as I always do, but instead to do something different. So I ended up with a French-like manicure with silver sparkles on it. It might be too much. I’m not sure, but I missed out on pretty sparkly nails and the like due to retardedness in all things pretty growing up. So, I am catching up I supposed. (and using the word retarded in the proper sense here – as in my progress in pretty things was retarded by lack of knowledge and confidence. But do crimping irons count? I was really into that!).
Emile walked down and joined me and we headed to South Granville to do some furniture shopping. Afterall, I am still sleeping with a mattress on a mattress on a floor. But did we buy anything? No – why? Because we are cheap now. I used to be a person who bought things when I wanted without concern – but Emile broke me. Alas.
We then walked back from South Granville to Yaletown to look at my latest favorite shop – Cross Design. Which inspired me for a new look in our living room – not new new, but new and fresh. I’m tired of our things – it’s time for a change. But yet am value conscious – see above – so could be trouble here. I am thinking greys, whites, Provençal with a splash of red? Hello, Craig’s List.
Bought berries in Yaletown and then back home to Gastown.
Dinner was with old friends – our next door neighbours when I was a kid – where we participated in a strange family tradition where our berries and cream were served before dinner. “Uncle Rod” lived next door my entire life before I went to university. He’s 81 now and a little balder and doesn’t see as well, but Uncle Rod was thrilled to see me after almost 10 years.
March 30th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: 12+ kms, nails that sparkle in the sun and reconnection.
After spending all day Wednesday wearing contact lens and having my hair down (as usual), something needed to change. I wear my contact lenses 24/7 for two weeks, then I rest my eyes for 12 hours and put in a new pair. This tends to work well except when I spend 6 hours typing handwritten data into spreadsheets. Between my hair hanging in my face while I typed and read and my eyes going buggy, I was rather annoyed with myself.
I did use a green paperclip to hold my hair back, but that looked awfully bizarre especially when I left my office to walk around. So today, I pulled out my old terribly scratched up glasses with a 15 year old prescription and used a bobby pin to more artfully pin back my hair.
Trying to rock the sexy librarian look did not work out. My glasses made my face greasy, my lenses were foggy, the bridge of my nose hurt, the sides of my head ached and not just one person said “Hey, I didn’t know you wore glasses”. That combined with me frothing at the mouth and losing sleep about the inventory I was working on, I was about ready to go home.
When I finally did get home (at 9:30 pm), Emile said “Hey, wearing your glasses today!”
February 14th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: Sigh. At least glasses hide the bags under your eyes.
Tuesday night I ambled 1 block north of my place to get my haircut. I like this system. I previously drove 175 kms to get my haircut and that was a little annoying and time consuming. But really, finding a good salon is hard – and I passed through Toronto enough to co-ordinate it usually with something else.
But now, it is a 1 block away. And now, it isn’t just one block away, it is also an Aveda Teaching Salon, so I can get my hair cut for half price. It takes longer and you can’t always be guaranteed of what who you’re going to get. But everyone is supervised by an Aveda Instructor, and well, hair grows back. And if you don’t agree, well, I probably will not find you sitting in a chair across from there.
So, I have had all good experiences there except one that was only okay. Firstly, the girl – we’ll call her Sara – should have been a Swedish masseuse. Her head massage hurt, her combing hurt and her cutting hurt. And I wasn’t too too crazy about the haircut. (she cut it bluntly by sight across my ears). So, every time I made an appointment subsequently, I ask who it will be with and have been able to not get Sara by just selecting another person when I’ve had the choice. I didn’t really want to complain about her and the haircut wasn’t terrible.
So, when I showed up and they said “Hi Susan, you have a hair cut with Sara at 6:30, I see”, I was taken aback. I then had to actually say it was with someone else. And then I drop to a whisper to explain that I didn’t want Sara tearing at my head again.
January 22nd, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: Rescheduled hair appointment for Friday night without Sara – and no charge.
When I was in Huntsville in December, we shot off some 22 rifles with some friends. I had never shot a gun before, so it was a new experience for me. I am right-handed, so I support the gun on the right side of my body, with my right hand on the trigger and my left on supporting the barrel. Like this:
It turns out I couldn’t hit the side of a barn from the inside of the barn.
Part of my problem is my vision – I have always had problems with depth perception due to a lazy eye (which is hardly noticeable, honest, my hunchback and lisp usually distract people) and farsightedness. When I am tired, one of my eyes drifts inward. But also, if you are shooting with the right side of your body, and cocking your head to the right and using one eye to sight. . . . it should probably be the RIGHT eye that is open. Right, cause that is the eye that is directly over the gun. When I tried to shoot with both eyes open, I couldn’t sight the gun properly.
As I recounted this story to my family on Christmas Day, my brother asked me why I didn’t just close my left eye instead. Wha?! My left eye instead? What are you talking about? One can only wink with one eye!
That lead to the entire family (uncle, aunt, aunt’s mother, cousin X 2, 98-year-old grandpa, husband, and brother) doing the double wink. Left. Right. Left. Right. “Ha ha! You have brain damage!”
Really? My mother can only wink with one eye too, (the other one from me) but maybe she was just feeling sorry for me.
January 3rd, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: Despite trying for weeks now to wink with my left eye, the only thing I have accomplished to date is a weird Popeye squint and a left leaning head cock. Brain Damage indeed.
PS. I know you might think that I was shooting with Steven Paige of Bare Naked Ladies fame, but that is his Doppelganger.
Have you ever seen a teenage angst movie? Those are the ones where the most popular guy in school is challenged to date the “weirdo” girl who is gorgeous except nobody can tell because she wears glasses and loose clothing. Then the popular guy falls for the girl, the girl takes off her glasses to become Grace Kelly and then the popular guys’ idiotic friends tell the girl about the bet. Then the break-up – the girl puts her glasses back on and retreats to her studio or poetry writing place or whatever and then popular guy does the grand romantic gesture and wins her back. (“You had me at hello . . .”)
We had are year-end party today and was sad to say I couldn’t take my glasses off. In fact, I wear contacts, my lashes are tinted, my hair is kept cut, my nails are delightful, my wardrobe is much improved, my bags are covered by mineral make-up and my skin has mostly cleared up (Vancouver air?). The point is, I look like this all the time – there is little room for reasonable improvement (you know the kind that can be done in an afternoon). I will not be whipping my glasses off and shocking those around me with my greatly improved appearance.
The difference between party me and normal me is narrowing: it basically comes down to eyeshadow and a little black dress. A shame really – because if I consistently maintain and boost my ordinary appearance, I am just approaching the top-end, not increasing the scale.
November 17th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: Considering downgrading my regular appearance to look comparably gorgeous at the year-end party.
Ah. The Saturday of a long weekend. There is nothing that feels freer. (except being unemployed and not knowing that it IS a long weekend). And what a day here in Vancouver. Cold, but the skies were clear and the sun was shining. Perfect day to hit the streets with tea and sunglasses and walk the length of downtown. I stopped into a Starbucks – one of the hundreds – and had myself a free tea thanks to a giftcard. Yum.Now, in the interest of full disclosure. I got lost walking form Gastown to Yaletown. I did. It’s true. It’s a long story, but I was responding to emails and answering my phone etc while I was walking and not truly paying attention. And, when I attempted to get myself sorted out, I had the misfortune of using maps on my iPhone. The app thought it would be helpful to keep turning the map based on the direction I was headed, but really, all I wanted was to know which was south. As I knew how to walk that direction. So, yep, that was me, with several false starts meandering around “almost Yaletown” staring at my phone. From here on out it is using my brain to get somewhere!
Only three weeks ago, I told of my first gelish polish experience and despite my nails’ insistence continuing to grow and creating a gap it was time to go back and do it again.
I got a pedicure and a manicure. The experience of sitting in a massage chair while one technician works on your feet and someone else does your hands should not be missed by anyone. It feels. . . deserved. Expensive. Hollywood!
And as I watched, a long nail technician free hand painted my french nail polish. Free hand and quickly! I was amazed:
I walked home and stopped in Pacific Center, because with these nails I truly fit in with the downtown shopping crowd. Nevermind I was wearing Sketchers and a yoga jacket. But I fixed that, spending way to much on boots (GLO-RE-US!), and getting a great deal on a rain coat that doesn’t have a hood. I bought some woman’s cord skinny pants at the The Gap, and “Ethan” who rang them through told me they were his favorite pants (he was wearing them). Hmmm. I double checked when I got out of the store. They say “women’s” on them.. . . I am so disconnected with youth these days. We used to wear the boys pants.
After a complete day of gym, nails, shopping and planning dinner with friends, I strolled home with my arms laden feeling pampered and satisfied. This must be what is it like to be on the D-List (A- Listers don’t walk, work out in the gym alone, make their own dinner plans or carry their own packages). Nor do they answer work emails while standing in the middle of The Bay. Or go to The Bay for that matter.