I love the sun. If there’s a patch of sun, I want to be in it. I love the warmth and that wonderful drowzy feeling you get right before a heat stroke. Nowadays I limit my sun exposure to 1-2 weekends a year. As I get older, I’m getting paranoid about wrinkles and sunspots. It’s not really about vanity - it’s more about preservation. If I were vain, would my ass be this big? I think not.
This last weekend I went to Laurie’s to hang poolside with Catherine. It was an extra cool weekend since my Aunt AJ and cousin Kira were there. It was neat to see the sister dynamic between AJ and Laurie. And Kira totally rocks. Figuratively and literally. I think my favorite part of the weekend was Laurie on the piano and Kira on the guitar playing Turtle Blues.
Back to the sunburn. So like, 15-20 years ago I used to tan all the time. I’d even go to the tanning salon to get a base tan so I wouldn’t be fish belly white those first few weeks at the beach. Unfortunately all that sun and tanning caused a mole… heck, let’s call it a beauty mark… on my face. It actually is located in a very flattering position, it’s not hairy or weird looking, it hasn’t grown bigger over the last decade… so I leave it mostly alone. (yes, doctors have looked at it). So the mole freaked me out and changed my sun worshiping ways - now I wear sunscreen everyday and stay out of the sun. Mostly. But not this last weekend.
Saturday we hit the pool around noon and I took the time to get Catherine all greased up, but I completely neglected to apply any to me. When we headed inside, I was pretty burnt. One of those burns where the heat from my shoulders could cook bacon. Wearing a bra has been hell. My nose is peeling and I look like a Sleestak. But what did I do Sunday?!? That’s right - POOLSIDE BABY! Sunday I used a 35 spf spray, but it wore off quickly in the water. We left at 2:00, but by then the damage was done.
I’ve been kinda relaxin’ on my already relaxed look since the incident. Needless to say - I’ve been lookin’ kinda homeless.
Check out the streaks of white at my hairline. Bride of Frankenstein goes suburban. So I went to see Laura at the salon this last week and got a cut and color. The color is great. Although there’s still this little patch of white at the temple that seems to want to throw off the color and just stay a streak of white. More power to ya, locks o’ determination.
Then I went to the MAC counter at the mall. All the ladies were busy and the next available counter person was a gorgeous female impersonator. YAY!!! Truly - it was my lucky day. Unfortunately my make-up coach had some bad news, although delivered sympathetically.
DQ <leaning in>: So! Did you know that after a certain age a little bit of concealer does wonders for dark circles under the eyes.
Me: <gasp>
It was true. Once he did his demonstration, I was sold. So now my bag is nicely rounded out. I even found a REALLY cool eye compact that has all my favorite eye colors swirled together. It looks great. I think I may need to get a few more color sets…
I’m in a funk. It must be the post-birthday let down from April. 37 is so much more closer to 40 than 36. I’m not sure I’m looking forward to my 40’s as much as I was my 30’s.
I need to energize and rev myself up for the roller coaster start of summer next weekend. Which blasts off with Catherine birthday and Memorial Day weekend. Seriously the summer is going to be crazy busy and the pace doesn’t let up until after Labor Day. Then just a little breather before plunging back into the holiday groove. The quietest time of my year seems to be January through March. After March it all goes wonky crazy.
