I’m not high-maintenance when it comes to my “beauty” routine. However, there are some things that I will never give up.
Feels like Rapunzel
My one “vice” is my hair. It’s really fine and rather thin, and despite all protestations, is turning gray, so every few months, I visit the salon for “hair therapy.”
I love my stylist. She actually owns the salon as well. I first started seeing her after a disastrous hair cut at another salon. I couldn’t do anything with it. I cried.
Yes, I cried over a haircut.
Yes, it would grow back, but mine grows so slowly. And, because it’s fine and thin, there’s not too much that I could do with it, given how short my previous stylist had cut some of the layers. So when I sat in her chair, I tearfully told her that I needed her to fix the debacle into something I could work with, and that I wanted to grow my hair out.
Since then, I’ve grown my hair the longest it’s ever been. It’s also the healthiest and best it’s ever looked. I love my hair now, and I can do so much with it. It actually keeps me cooler in the summer because it’s not sticking to my neck, and it’s so versatile that I almost never have a bad hair day. I’ve also started using a curling wand that gives me curls that stay – it’s really a miracle product. Until I used the curling wand, nothing made curls that lasted – curling irons of every size, curling brushes, hot rollers and even sleeping on rollers. Now, I can make curls in just minutes, that stay in for days.
As my health has deteriorated, I look “sick” all the time now. My face reflects the stress of recurrent infections and chronic pain, and the toll of decades of medications – the best I can do is have a simple and gentle skin care regimen.
I always leave the salon feeling beautiful.
Quick, Easy, Cheap Thrills
Another way of pampering myself is to paint my nails. I’ve had a love affair with nail polish since I was in high school. My Catholic school required us to wear uniforms, and had rules about hair, makeup and jewelry. The one thing that I could experiment with was nail polish – and the brighter, the better.
Due to my CF, I have what’s called “clubbing” on my nails. Decreased oxygen causes malformation of the fingertips, and in my case, resulted in large nailbeds. So when I painted my nails, and grew them long, people often thought that they were fake. I remember one boy trying to “pull them off” because he didn’t believe me.
My nail polish obsession hasn’t died, and I’m pretty sure it’s rubbed off on my nieces. I’m happy that my sisters indulged our bonding over nail polish when the girls were both little. I’m pretty sure we were painting toenails around 2 years old with colors I called “Barbie Pink” or “Cinderella Blue.”
As an auntie, I have the responsibility to make sure that they are as fabulous as possible, and nail polish is a quick, easy, cheap way to accomplish that!
How do you Pamper Yourself?
I’d love to hear about what you do to make yourself feel pretty! I know that beauty may only be “skin deep,” but it never hurts to feel good on the outside. It just makes it all the easier for you inside beauty to come out!!