
Welcome to Clarisse's realm. It's not work. It's not home. It's that comforting space between, where I gather my thoughts; and connect with fellow beings who treat each moment as a gift, and are grateful for life.
Meet me here for coffee, hot chocolate, a piña colada or a glass of wine.
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My co-worker (Suspect #2 in my "I Hear Trouble..." post -- oh did I tell ya...as I later on found out, the real stinky pomade scent culprit was suspect #3!!!), anyway, this co-worker S#2 and I were engaged in one of our occasional "let's talk beyond work issues" moments...we were talking about the dwindling economy and how we needed to tighten our belts to a level of severe circulation problem now *sigh*. Every dollar counts and as I was mulling over the things I could possibly do without...like expensive gourmet food and frequent eating out for instance, she blurted out, "I can save a thousand dollars a year if I don't get my eyelashes done by a pro!" Hmmm...the thought of getting that done by a pro never even crossed my mind! And I have always believed that I was quite a bit of a beauty freak. Don't get me wrong, I just used to be a big fan of make-up and cosmetics. Used to. I knew that I would never go hungry if I'm stripped of my main source of income because I can always be a makeup artist eventually, really! People would come to me for make up and stuff before big events and parties hahaha, and one of my boredom busters on the train or anywhere where there is a long line is "mentally" giving people instant make-overs. My lipstick collection ten years ago was probably bigger than Crayola's Color Force Colossal Box of Crayons.
But for over a year now, with all the stuff I needed to do involving the move to our new home, my new projects at work, 1 million chores and some emotional things that I needed to wrestle with (and don't forget 90210 reruns and blogging), I realized I have really not paid that much attention to health and beauty anymore, especially the beauty part. Okay, and the health part too. Hmmm, where does that leave me now. My routine has evolved from foundation-and-concealer-lipstick-blush-mascara-and-curling-iron-for-great-waves into WASH-N-GO everything! I woke up one night spooked by the sound of ghosts dragging chains in the hall...only to find out that was my hair grinding between my head and the pillow *LOL*, moaning and grunting in a sudden protest against my now favored shampoo and conditioner 2-in-1 brand, if I ever get to use it at all! Filthy thang! My eyebrows are sprouting like weeds and my toenails and leg hair are...oh my Lord, I turned into a man!!!
Before going on with my home project, maybe I should start paying more attention to self-care again and launch a quick shopping frenzy for things that will make me look put together again. I don't really have a tendency to be too vain anyway, I never spent $ 1,000. a year on eyelashes, but I think I need to catch myself before I completely let myself go!

My grandma always said, "Simplicity is beauty. But if you're terribly simple, you're simple terrible!" That's a high-five, Lola! Wherever you are!