Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Yes. I'm writing about dry skin! I always soaked myself in moisturizer, especially during the winter months. But when we lived in Singapore, I got used to never using it (except SPF stuff on my face of course!). When I shaved my legs I didn't have to exfoliate first. I didn't have to cream them up after. My legs were always smooth like you see on women on California beaches.... well, sort of.
Now we are back to Canada. We're having a most beautiful Autumn with color in the trees and crisp, fresh air. I love it! It's a good thing we have to wear pants though. Because my skin is falling off! It's a small price to pay for the incredible trail walks with baby in the Snugli.
I also am slowly getting more accustomed to wearing socks and shoes again too. I think my feet grew while I sported flip flops for a year. I've had sore toes from closed in shoes! And you can forget me wearing socks indoors. They come off as soon as I take off my shoes.
As trivial as all this may sound, it's something people who move from a warm, humid climate to a cool, dry climate have to deal with. And you just manage it. I try to manage emotions like that too. These days, with a lack of sleep (related to baby of course), moving house (a.k.a. temporarily living with my folks), and simply trying to be mom to a teen and a baby and a decent partner to Terry, I need a reminder to manage my emotions like I manage my flaky legs. Sleep, time to shower without rushing to tend to baby, and some adult time would work too.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
I spent a year living in fashion paradise (or hell depending on what part of the country you are in) in Singapore. Heels (aka 4-5" stilettos) were a staple - worn with dresses, skirts, pants, jeans, shorts, you name it. Frills, lace, floral, sparkles, and shine were IT. When I worked in the financial district, ladies wore classy suits, but mostly skirts, dresses, heels, jewelry, and make-up. They were girls! And I think some of that girly-ness rubbed off on me.
I still love my Lu-Lu Lemons, t-shirts, black and white practical clothes, jeans, sneakers, flip flops, and hiking shoes. But last night I attended an auction as a fundraiser for our local swim team, The Legends. I wore a frilly purple shirt (purchased in Singapore), shiny earrings (a gift), and sparkly shoes (purchased gently used at Frenchy's).
There was a crowd in the house when I left - my teenage daughter's comment was, "Mom, you look great! You're going to get compliments tonight!" My brother tells me, "Where are YOU going? I haven't seen you dress like that since.... your graduation or something." Terry tells me I'm a Yummy Mummy. Success! :) And off I go feeling like a million bucks.
Upon arrival, I realize I must walk slow... the floors are slippery and I'm not used to heels. And oh, yeah, better monitor the shirt - it can fall a bit low. But I felt good bidding on items at the silent auction along-side the well-to-do folk (I didn't outbid anyone on anything). Then I feel something on my back.... and my friend accompanying me pushes something down my shirt. Yep. You got it. My tag... a big red cardboard one... was hanging out of my shirt for all to see! And I thought people were staring because I looked hot.
I carried on as if all was normal. I did not slip on my sparkly heels. My frills never fell too low. I had fun bidding and meeting new people sitting at our table and laughing with the friends I went with. And I realized how nice it is to be a girl sometimes. Singapore was good to me. I no longer have to blend in. When you're a minority, you simply don't blend. You have to accept that people will stare (not always in a good way). People staring because I'm looking fine (or have a tag hanging out of my shirt) is OK with me now. I'm ready to show off my feminine side. And I still have every intention of being CEO.
By the way, my teen is not like me. She's having a Princess Party for her 18th birthday. And one day maybe she'll be CEO too.