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{Soft in Unexpected Places…}

 

With how busy life has been of late, I usually do not give myself a minutes thought but today, as I was running through the Charlotte, NC airport, to catch my next flight, I thought back to earlier this morning and the emotions I was feeling.  I felt completely unsettled.

 In the midst of my morning beauty routine, I stopped and stared at myself in the mirror in a way that I have not done in ages.  As ridiculous as this may sound, it shocked me at how much my body has changed. Not necessarily in a bad way but in a way that tells me that I am getting older. Why didn’t I take notice of this before?  Now mind you, I’m nowhere near the age where I need to start worrying about my own mortality but lately I can’t seem to reconcile the age that I feel I am emotionally with the  age that I know I am biologically.   

As I continued to stare at my reflection, I couldn’t deny that I am softer, yes, and a bit more fragile than I remember.  My skin seems more translucent, less forgiving.  Although I believe I take good care of this temple I call my body, I must say it wouldn’t hurt to treat it with more care.  Pamper it a bit more.  Mistreat it a lot less.  This body is my home and if I plan to live in it for a long while, it’s best that I start thinking of putting this body on a serious maintenance plan.

Be well my darlings!

xoxo

 

 

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{Bathroom beauty…}

 

I’m in love with this space.  With a bathroom like this, my mornings would be pure bliss.  Ahhhh!

 

 

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Vintage Balenciaga

 

 

 

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Glamming Up For the Gyno

Can we talk?  It’s that time again for my annual PAP exam (which every woman should have done) and with that comes my usual angst of that dreaded visit.  Not to say that my Gynecologist isn’t an absolute doll but the poking and prodding is no picnic. I’m not even getting dinner and a movie beforehand for Heaven’s sake.  But here is the truly ridiculous part… I prepare for my Gyno visit as though I were going on a date.  I totally glam IT up!  (And let’s be clear here, the only dates I go on are with The Husband.)  🙂

Yes, you are reading this correctly.  Listen, if I am going to have someone checking out my Hoo Ha, the least I can do is pretty it up, trim it down and make sure it’s fresh.  Yes! You may laugh it up now but I know many a woman who feels the way I do. They just don’t say it.  Let’s face it, the last thing you want is your Gyno, talking smack about you during a break, saying things like, “You should have seen that thing” and “I don’t want to even speak of the smell”.  Oh noooo!  I don’t plan to be THAT gal.  I know they are required to be professional when they are down under, on a scavenger hunt, but who knows what they are really thinking when it’s literally in their faces every day, all day.  Sorry for being so uncouth and graphic but let’s be real here.  Legs must be shaved, the toes must be properly manicured and in tip top smelling order and the female bits must be powder fresh. Forget about going natural. I’ll leave that to the birds and the bees, thank you very much.

At the end of the day, I don’t want to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back for my Doctor.  I don’t want MY Hoo Ha, in particular, to be the reason that my doctor resigns.  Do you?  A bit over-the-top and fussy of me, I’m sure, but it doesn’t make it any less true.  The female bits must be presentable during these visits.  Enough said.

 Have you made your annual PAP appointment yet? 😉

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Enjoying my Holiday in Aguadilla, Puerto Rico

 

Holiday ‘Fiestas’ and Other Nerve-racking Fashion Moments

Here we are, one month and some change shy of 2011 and as of yet, I haven’t managed to eat my way to super skinny and fabulous.  You would think that by this point I would have just given in to all of my size 8, Latina curves and va-va-voom-ness but quite frankly, I’d prefer a bit more flatlands on this body than all of these mountains (i.e. the bubbies and my derrière).  Sure, I could have exercised myself into a nonexistent dress size but my list of excuses weighed down my ample butt.  Now the holiday invites are quickly multiplying in our mailbox and the angst of choosing the perfect dress for all of these extravaganzas has me completely flummoxed.  The husband, thankfully, doesn’t have these issues because he can wear anything he wants and still look like my Mr. McDreamy but this isn’t about him.  Let’s get back to my dilemma.  =)

So, do I go short and leggy?  This dress would require my thighs to undergo a rigorous treatment of love whacks and pat-downs of a rolling pin.  Perhaps I exaggerate but a few thigh treatments at the spa may be in order if I go this route.  These legs MUST be up to snuff before I sashay my sassy self in this little confection of loveliness.

Do I go long and svelte?  This sleek number would require the – ahem – TWINS to climb up onto a stepladder and harness themselves up and out in order to keep them in saluting formation. Hmmm…maybe I can squeeze in a ‘bubbie’ appointment for a slight tuck and lift before the fiesta countdown. Heh!

Or do I go camouflage ‘caliente’ in this simple but spicy little treat? This may be just the ticket to hide any unsavory pooch puffs.

Sigh.  No matter how I go about this process, just getting to the “WOW” will be no picnic.

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