A Shift In Perspective

For years now, I have referred to myself as "medium maintenance." No one who knows me could argue I am low maintenance, but nor could anyone argue I am high maintenance ~ well, maybe a certain ex, but he's a drama queen, so he doesn't count in this context. Digressing, Pobble... The point is that I like my manicures and rarely go out without lipstick, but even when I was a teenager, I had to work really hard to take longer than 35 minutes from coffee to walking out the door. My "beauty routine" has consisted of washing my face and throwing on some lotion. Done!

A few years ago, though, I started using specific face wash and moisturizer. And recently, Lori has gotten me into this great skin care line of products that includes *gasp* eye cream. Now that we're in Utah, it's a lot drier than New Orleans, so I've gone back to using lotion several times a day. Except that the lotion I love on my body, I don't love so much on my hands. So now I have a body lotion and a hand lotion. 

Since moving to New Orleans, I've had to work harder to keep my curls looking defined and curly, rather than frizzy and unhealthy. Wild is one thing (and I embrace it). Frizzy is another. Now I have serum. And spray. And deep conditioner. And daily conditioner. Really?

My bathroom counter looks like a cosmetics department. It's insane.

Last night, I was getting a little frustrated with it all, honestly. It seemed to be taking so long. I just wanted to get into bed, not go through all the nighttime products, in order. I grumped ~ key word ~ to Lithus that at 43 I had a beauty routine for the first time in my life. His response was "How delightful. That sounds luxurious. A little 'you time' at the end of the day."

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Huh. Just like that, I love my lotions. All of them. I love my creams and my polishes and my serums. I have a beauty routine. For the first time in my life.

Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.