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Makeup is Optional

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‘Chelle in 9th grade

I didn’t start wearing makeup until I was in 9th grade.  I never went out to buy my own, but simply acquired it from either Lisa or Mom.  I only wore concealer, mascara, a little blush, and eyeliner.  At one point, I tried wearing white concealer as an eye shadow, but I quickly stopped that practice because we were at a high school football game and Lisa screeched above the din of the crowd “Why do you have white creases on your eyelids? What did you do?”  I was horrified. Continue reading

Silver Sparkle Disease

makeupWhen I was young, my older sisters always wore makeup. I remember thinking that the well-placed makeup transformed them both from pleasant looking to “beautiful women”. Continue reading

A Put Together Woman

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I have come to the conclusion that makeup is entirely overrated.  Just think about the money and time we spend on this really unnecessary act of thinking we look better being made up.  I remember when I was dating my husband years ago he said to me that he liked it when I didn’t have so much makeup on.  Well, I was never one to wake up with that glamorous glow that the movie stars mostly have.  Even when they are coming out of a coma, notice how they still have lipstick on.  I can’t even keep mine on for more than five minutes before it is licked or chewed off.   Continue reading

Comfortable in Your Own Skin

I remember my first foray into the land of makeup…

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Julie and I walked downtown. It was late summer and a new school year was approaching–7th grade. We went to Langmack’s Drug Store (think Ace Hardware, not Sephora) and stood before a wall of pastel powders, concealing pastes, and sparkling creams. Julie chose a pinkish shade of a liquid Covergirl blush. I chose the same brand that was more peachy. Covergirl. The name seemed appropriate for girls shopping for our first cosmetics.

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Wednesday, September 25, 2022, 4:24 pm

This wasn’t grandma’s lipstick abruptly rubbed on my cheeks to “give me a little color”. 

This initial memory is just the beginning of my addiction (a little too strong of a word perhaps) to make-up. You see, I’m one of those who feel almost naked without something on my face. Even during the Covid lockdown, I continued my full-face routine. Every. Day.

I have occasionally tried to go without but always come back. Continue reading

New Year…a Commitment to Change

I’ve never been big on New Year’s resolutions. As a teacher, I’ve always considered the school year the beginning and ending of life, with the summer as a buffer zone. 

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Starting the 1973-74 school year with high hopes

Every August, I would sit down and think about the ways I wanted the upcoming school year to go. I yearly focused on having one family meal each week, another year, I organized my dinner plans in a rotating schedule…Monday–pasta, Tuesday–tacos…I usually worked to organize my brain around making my home and family life sane. While working as a full-time teacher with three kids, life was full…busy…chaotic. Continue reading

Cure for a New Year’s Resolution – Get a Dog

resolutionHow to keep your New Year’s Resolution:

My thought for my resolution was to get a dog.  My resolution was to walk.  I needed inspiration and a really good reason to get out there and get my buns moving.

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To Do or Not To Do (A New Years Resolution Story)

 

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Me – Then


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Me – Now

Every year I plan out New Years resolutions to follow and every year, like so many others, I fail to follow my plan after about 2 weeks.  I don’t know what it is or why that happens, but it’s like clockwork.  Continue reading

Gray or Nay?!

I have been dying my hair since, I don’t know, about fifteen (I think). It feels like I HAVE always colored my hair and WILL always color my hair. However, it seems like I have been fighting with my daughter, Lisa, for years about the whole concept of “going gray”. She fears that I am continuing this procedure way past the time it is cool or attractive for me. I believe she SHOULD continue to dye her hair.   

The question is, when is the proper time to just let it go gray?  (Hopefully, when I say gray I mean a wonderful shade of white/silver-gray that complements my features, brings out the green in my eyes, gives me perky breasts, makes me look 10 pounds lighter, lengthens my legs …) Continue reading

My “Hot Tub Rules” for Underwear

Opening the top left drawer of my dresser in the bedroom, I need a fresh pair of underwear. However, the drawer is filled with so many items besides the needed unders. This is where I store 1/2 ream of printed emails that my husband sent to me in the year before we got married. It holds 18 old mother’s day cards from my three children, 8 bibs from races that I’ve run and 4 metals from three half-marathons and one full marathon that I ran, and 12 multi-colored headbands. 

At first glance, it holds everything EXCEPT underwear. Do I not own underwear? Do I even wear underwear?

Have you ever given any thought to the idea that underwear should be considered when making a commitment to yourself about self-care? Well, let me tell you a story… Continue reading

What to Do When Your Body is Falling Apart

What do you do when your an active woman with a full life and your body starts to fall apart? Well, I made an appointment to see my primary care physician…

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Midlife: That time in your life when you finally get your head together and your body starts to fall apart!

At the office visit, my doctor informed me that that I no longer needed a mammogram, pap smear, or colonoscopy.  I found this interesting so I asked, “Why is that?”  He skirted around the question, but I guessed, “You mean I am just too old?” 

Well, the fact is, say…if cancer is detected,  I am actually too old to go through the process of working on a cure or whatever….

WOW!

HELLO?

Let that sink in a moment.

That made me feel, kind of, sort of WEIRD.  Continue reading