The Winter "Ew"s
Again, I’m sorry for the few and far between blog posts. Lucky I am no longer training in Indy and should be back to my sub-par blogging schedule in no time.
But can we talk about the fact that it’s already December? And not just December, but December 5th?
When did that happen?
Even though Black Friday shopping was a total let down, Clay and I still managed to finish 80% of our Christmas shopping by the end of this weekend. I like to get it done as early as possible and have the majority of December to actually enjoy the impending holiday rather than spend it being stressed and frazzled about fulfilling wish lists.
I’ve ruined lots of things, but surprisingly, Christmas has not been one of them … and I’d like to keep it that way.
And I can’t decide what’s worse—having dry, static-infused hair that stands on end like bug antennas or applying ample amounts of leave-in conditioner that leaves my hair plastered to the sides of my head like an unwashed Russell Brand?
In the winter, there is no happy medium for me.
And skin? Can we talk about skin for a minute? I have bad skin, I’ll admit it. At 26-years old I still get what could be classified as full-fledged acne breakouts that have the ability to repel any and every facial scrub or zit cream on the shelves of my local retailer. I met Clayton when I was 17—you can only imagine the armor of foundation and concealer that was piled onto my face.
|I did an image search for "pale vampire" to help |
illustrate my post. This picture of Marilyn Manson
showed up in the search results, but I thought,
"Nah, just go with it..."
And every morning when I get dressed I can’t help but notice the little star-shape on my hip from a sticker I used to gauge the depth of my tan while sun bathing this past summer. I’m already grossly pale and the star’s faint outline is just a foreboding omen of all the pastiness that is yet to come. At times when I don’t think I could possibly get any paler, all I have to do is slightly pull up the bottom of my shirt and I am instantly reminded that it’s only going to get worse … so much worse.
Every year when I pick out my winter shade of foundation from the drug store, I’m consistently amazed that they have yet to name the color “Vampire” or “Undead”.
No wonder it gets dark earlier and longer this time of the year …