valentine’s day essentials…

valentines

All I really want for Valentine’s is someone to rub my shoulders and a bottle of wine.

But here are some other gorgeous little necessities for the big day.

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Normally, The Boyfriend and I are rather anti- NYE & Valentine’s Day.  A couple of my least favorite things usually happen on these holidays~ crowds, waiting and prix-fixe menus, just to name a couple.  Especially prix-fixe menus.

Waaay to picky for that nonsense.

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{ban.do bobbi pins from Anthro}

But this year, I had a change of heart; cocktails and dinner can’t be too bad.  Although I haven’t tried to make reservations yet, so maybe I’m being a little optimistic.

But my hair will look good while we wait; I’m thinking messy bun.

After an hour or so of cocktails and waiting for a table, “messy” will be inevitable.  I’d rather start with “artfully messy” than end with “cocktail messy.”

Mental Health Day…Sephora

Every once in a while I need a mental health day.

I was thinking that as I get older my need for one would be fewer and farther between, but as I’m beginning to notice I couldn’t have been more wrong.  Instead I find myself in the middle of Kansas, standing in a shopping center in 100 degree heat asking myself, “what in the hell am I doing here?” (not existentially but more in the literal sense).   As you can see, my work trip ended up not terribly successful and I wasn’t taking it well.

So with the sun blazing in my face and dread washing over me as the thoughts of a seven hour drive ahead of me rattled around my head, I had an epiphany.

I was standing in front of a Sephora. It would be a good day after all.

 

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Once I realized I already had a seven hour drive ahead of me, I figured, honestly whats another hour?   So I took my time and bought completely unnecessary and absolutely essential beauty products.  Self tanner?  Of course.  Various hues of pink bobby pins?  Not a second thought.  But most needed were some new mink lashes.  Lashes are always an unnecessary essential.

So beginning hour two in Sephora I remembered I needed new perfume.  I’ve always been an ardent wearer of Coco Mademoiselle, basically since I began wearing perfume.  I have purse spray, travel spray, parfum, eau de toilette, etc; I am ready for any occasion I might need to smell gorgeous.

But standing in front of hundreds of bottles of perfume I realized I was completely out.  Where had my zealotry over Coco Mademoiselle gone?  I think it was my subconscious telling me something.

Tom Ford- Violet Blonde

It was at that pivotal point in Wichita, Kansas, I realized it was time for a change.

It was an odd disconnect with who I had been before, a girl who hates change and resigned herself to the same perfume for eternity, and  a new me trying to come to the forefront.  I brazenly stepped forward to accept the change (‘brazenly’ after debating in my head for 20 minutes)  and bought ‘Violet Blonde’ by Tom Ford.

But apparently, as The Boyfriend pointed out this morning, the new me smells like old ladies and baby powder.  Oh, change.  It isn’t always for the best.