jillleanne
11-23-2011, 10:40 AM
I concluded some time ago, I had found the look I was trying to achieve. By that , I mean colors, hair, nails, clothing, perfume, the complete gamit. For the past two days, my s/o and I took off for a distant shopping trip, primarily for her. We generally do this each year at Xmas time. Before leaving the house, I tossed about 12 bottles of nail polish so she would realize we were due for new polish again. I m a red polish person period. I've tried all the others and still come back to red. So what did I do on this trip? I dug deep into my soul and bought a bottle of O.P.I. Pink Flemenco and a bottle of Essie in medium blue. No idea why I would stray from my beloved red but I think I want to try something different, if only for a week or two. My s/o wears every color under the sun so that may have pushed me to a new level of, 'try it, you may like it'.
Oddly enough, while walking through the razor section of Target, I saw epilators. Now I know enough about these things to know if I ever needed a form of self mental mutilation, just try one of these babies. So what did I do? Of course, I bought one thinking I can handle anything it can dish out. So later today I will allow this impliment of destruction to glide across my fragile skin and give me the 'shave of my life', sparing me any discomfort, just like it says on the box. If you had asked me at any time in the past if I would allow one of these 'things', to make contact with my skin I would have looked you in the eye and said, " I was born at night, not last night". But here I am ready to do just what I said would never happen.
Any of you do things like this contrary to your norm?
Oddly enough, while walking through the razor section of Target, I saw epilators. Now I know enough about these things to know if I ever needed a form of self mental mutilation, just try one of these babies. So what did I do? Of course, I bought one thinking I can handle anything it can dish out. So later today I will allow this impliment of destruction to glide across my fragile skin and give me the 'shave of my life', sparing me any discomfort, just like it says on the box. If you had asked me at any time in the past if I would allow one of these 'things', to make contact with my skin I would have looked you in the eye and said, " I was born at night, not last night". But here I am ready to do just what I said would never happen.
Any of you do things like this contrary to your norm?