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.
Am I the only one who does their shopping at Sephora.com to find out what I want to buy, then actually purchase on eBay?
April 25th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: Saving at least 25%.
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.