Self-care Saturday
Today is mostly about cleaning the living room and downstairs bathroom because Rian is getting here on Tuesday, and also reminding Mom every 5 minutes that if she's getting a new air mattress from Amazon she needs to order it today. Even with Prime, it takes an extra day to get stuff, because we're not within the city limits. Amazon's drivers don't come directly to us, instead they leave it at our post office and our mail carrier brings it the rest of the way.
Taking odds on her forgetting all about it, having to go buy one at Wal Mart at the last possible minute, and complaining non-stop for the next week about how much the floors hurt her back. Or even better (and more likely), making me do it after work.
But I did find time to make myself some hot chocolate by chopping up a few segments of Terry's chocolate orange and melting it in simmering milk, which is brilliant and something I should have thought of years ago.
I'm also back on the Revlon Cherries in the Snow train. Cherries in the Snow is a classic lipstick color (released in 1953) that is famously flattering to all shades of skin. (It was also Sylvia Plath's lipstick of choice.) It's a very dark, almost but not quite red, pink. I buy one about once a decade, decide it's too bright and not really my thing, but use it anyway because I hate to waste money. It's not that it doesn't look good; it really does look good on anyone. I just don't think of myself as a pink lipstick kind of girl.
Anyway, I guess I do now, because I like the color this time around. Maybe I won't even let a whole decade go by before getting another one. One of the reasons I keep buying it is because there's something comforting to me about using toiletries that generations of women before me have used. Every time I use Coty Airspun face powder, or Jergen's original scent lotion, I remember that my great-grandmother, grandmother, and mother have all used them. It's why I have one of these on my dresser (the dresser which, incidentally, was a wedding gift to my great-great-grandmother--it's made of cypress and will last centuries if cared for):
Taking odds on her forgetting all about it, having to go buy one at Wal Mart at the last possible minute, and complaining non-stop for the next week about how much the floors hurt her back. Or even better (and more likely), making me do it after work.
But I did find time to make myself some hot chocolate by chopping up a few segments of Terry's chocolate orange and melting it in simmering milk, which is brilliant and something I should have thought of years ago.
I'm also back on the Revlon Cherries in the Snow train. Cherries in the Snow is a classic lipstick color (released in 1953) that is famously flattering to all shades of skin. (It was also Sylvia Plath's lipstick of choice.) It's a very dark, almost but not quite red, pink. I buy one about once a decade, decide it's too bright and not really my thing, but use it anyway because I hate to waste money. It's not that it doesn't look good; it really does look good on anyone. I just don't think of myself as a pink lipstick kind of girl.
Anyway, I guess I do now, because I like the color this time around. Maybe I won't even let a whole decade go by before getting another one. One of the reasons I keep buying it is because there's something comforting to me about using toiletries that generations of women before me have used. Every time I use Coty Airspun face powder, or Jergen's original scent lotion, I remember that my great-grandmother, grandmother, and mother have all used them. It's why I have one of these on my dresser (the dresser which, incidentally, was a wedding gift to my great-great-grandmother--it's made of cypress and will last centuries if cared for):