TOP 7 REASONS to Put Makeup on and Fix Your Hair Before Leaving the House Even if You are Just Picking up the Kids from School or Going to the Store for Eggs and Milk

1. If you don’t look in the mirror this will be the day you have something big and green stuck on your front tooth.

2. You will run into your former hairdresser and he/she thinks (or says): "HA! I knew you’d be nothing without me!"

Proof that even the most beautiful women benefit from a little help...

3. You will see people you haven’t seen in years—and they will look great. You will never see them again to prove that you too can look great. Really you can...


4. Security will follow your unkempt self, because you are absolutely a shoplifting threat. 

Jessica Alba, still beautiful, just better with product.

5. It’s the first day of the rest of your life and first impressions count!


6. The rip in your sweat pants grows in proportion to the importance of the person, or persons, you see.


7. The stain on your T-shirt grows in proportion to the importance of your need to be taken seriously.

Much prefer the glam-Pam...or do we?

Inspired by earlier post, “My anti-style Moment Parts 1 & 2

My Big Anti-Style Moment — Part 2

“What are you looking at? You’ve never seen a hypocrite before?” —Leonard, The Big Bang Theory

Stick Before...

I left off with me owning up to facing the knocking at the door...


To circumvent the drama of the madly barking dog, I ventured out the side door. And because it's snake season I grab my walking stick. And because just yesterday I broke my nice, slim snake-beatin’ stick, I temporarily replaced it with a stick that is less stick and more gnarled, thick, heavy branch as in the there-was-a-crooked-man nursery rhyme.

And, after.

The not-one-but-two well-dressed, articulate, handsome gentlemen both took an involuntary step back as I rounded the corner. Regaining their composure they informed me they were here to take a water sample (this happens twice a year—my slowpoke calculations eventually determined that yup...it’s about that time). 

Not actually them, but you get the idea...

Of course there is an issue so I walk with them in their fancy khakis and ties, me a paint-and-banana-splattered-croc-wearing-branch-wielding hillbilly trying not to smile because all I can think is.....I ate kiwi with the skin on!!! I can feel fur and seeds stuck to my pearlies.

After much back and forth the mission is deemed unsuccessful and duo will return on Monday.

You know what’s going to happen, right? I don’t care if I wake up with a goiter and tubuerculosis.....I am going to look FABULOUS. I will hire a team if I have to but I will open the door glowing. And I will walk with them, across the gravel driveway and into the weedy, snake-infested meadow in kitten heels and pearls (I’m not really a pearl girl, but you get the point). 

I need to read my own blog and take my own advice...it is an absolute necessity to look your very best every day even if your headache tells you otherwise. In fact, look for a TOP TEN on this very topic.

My Big Anti-Style Moment — Part 1

“What are you looking at? You’ve never seen a hypocrite before?” —Leonard, The Big Bang Theory

Photo:surfacebeautyspa.blogspot.com

We all have them, right? Caught out with our hair a muss, sweatpants askew and yesterday's mascara under the eyes... 


Running to the store or getting gas in your paint-splatterd T-shirt, unfashionably ripped jeans and your unpedicured piggies in too-small thongs—and there they are—your new boss, a snotty neighbour, the ex-boyfriend and his hot-little-sumthin’ sumthin’...


My moment was today. I woke up with the mother of all headaches. Downed a gallon of coffee and ate a kiwi—skin and all. I put on yesterdays clothes because I was going to make  a smoothie (which always ends up in splatters) and bobby-pinned the hair out of my face.

And then the knock came. The dog barking madly. There is no exit from my kitchen whereby I will not be seen from the front door (note to self: build escape hatch or panic room in kitchen). I could’ve dropped to the floor and stayed there but that much movement would’ve made my head explode for sure.

So I owned up to my very unstylish moment. Walked to the front door begrudgingly in my coffee spotted, banana splattered 6-year-old Old Navy t-shirt, too-big-and-baggy yoga pants and my paint splotched (I shouldn’t even admit this, but i swear I only wear them to paint and to water the plants) Croc sandals..... aaarrrggghhhhh. (Why? Why would I put this in print?)


The drama continues. Please come back tomorrow for Part 2 of this post. Trust me, it's worth it!