Yesterday I did a MAJOR splurge.
I went and bought three new bras. I was inspired in my bra shopping by an article I read in an ancient O Magazine that I found in the breakroom at work. It suggested that the vast majority of women were wearing the wrong bra-size. I was confident that I was not, because I have had professional fittings done many, many times. But the girls were looking tired. And droopy. So I found the website of the store featured in the article and they suggested that I try dropping a band size (around the ribcage) and going up a cup-size. Doing so brings me to truly porn-star proportions, but damn if the girls don’t look better than they have since before I was pregnant. The girls win, I win, and most importantly: M wins. 😉
Then I went and had my hair cut and colored. I hadn’t had it colored since freaking MAY, so it was beyond time. But it’s so expensive that I just kept putting it off and putting it off, convincing myself that my hair didn’t look THAT bad (oh, but it did.). But my parents are coming to visit at the end of this month, and while I’m so excited for their visit that I don’t know how I’ll wait ’til the end of January for it to happen, at the same time: whenever my hair needs color when Mom comes to visit, she offers to do it for me. I’ve mentioned before that Mom is of the belief that if one is going to go blonde, on may as well go as blonde as possible. Makes sense, right? If your hair is naturally a dark blonde, then platinum will look GREAT, right? Heh. So rather than having to go through all THAT again, I told M I just want to have my hair colored before they get here and then it won’t even have to come up.
And I love it! I finally had a stylist listen to what I wanted (rather than looking at the color that was already there and think, “Well, let’s take her really blonde!”) and now I have a darker blonde base (much closer to my natural color, which will hopefully cut down on the ‘white trash root factor’) with golden and honey and caramel streaks. It’s lovely. It’s good with my skin tone. It’s shiney and soft and wonderful. And I’m thinking of naming our next child “Tracy” as a token of my gratitude.
I need to be better about taking care of myself. I work an insane job (that I love); if I’m not at work I’m being mom to an insanely active toddler (whom I adore beyond all reason); if I’m not being mom I’m being a super-supportive wife to an insanely busy husband (who rocks my world in ways both small and big). But where does that leave me? I hardly have time to blog anymore, which I miss terribly. I’m not really reading anything because by the time I fall into bed at night I’m so tired I just want to sleep. I’m not really doing anything to take care of me. I need to be better about that. My friend Cyn was talking about that–how it doesn’t have to be a big splurge, but maybe just taking the time to take a bubble bath or treating oneself to a mocha, or turning off “Blue’s Clues” so that one can listen to good music (I’m extrapolating here, but you get the picture). There’s a huge amount of wisdom in that. I’m going to try and do better.
In other splurgey news: we bought some furniture for our anniversary. We’ve been needing new DVD/CD storage…our CDs are currently stored in a very nice tower. A very nice, very toddler accessible tower. And our DVDs are stored in these horrendously ugly faux bamboo cabinets that M has bolted together to form this tall, precarious tower of DVD storage fugliness. So we bought ourselves a lovely media cabinet–hard to find, as we already have a media armoir that we love, and that houses every damn piece of electronic equipment we can squeeze inside. Almost everything was part of another armoir. But we finally found a great storage cabinet, with DOORS.
And then, on our way out the door, we saw a gorgeous, standing jewlery chest. I think that most standing jewlery chests are ugly–or rather, just not a style I’d ever want to have in my house. But this chest was done in the mission style, with the same finish and hardware as our bedroom set. We wavered and debated, and finally M said, “I’m really afraid that this is one of those pieces we’ll let go, and plan to pick up later, but we won’t be able to find it again. I’ve been looking at getting you one of these for years, and this is the only one like this that I’ve seen.” Since that was pretty much my feeling about it, too, we went for it. Since he’s started making joo-ry, my collection of baubles, bangles, and beads has increased exponentially. Plus, I’m picking up some sweet deals with my employee discount. My little wooden box is no longer sufficient, and I’m starting to lose pieces because there’s just not enough room for everything to have a home. This will fix that, and I’m SO excited about it. Now I just have to find a space for the chest.