*Lyrics from Lemonade by CocoRosie. They’re a strange group, with a haunting sound and intriguing lyrics. Note to self: investigate them further. Note to readers: please do the same.
Beauty shot: orchid porn.
It has been said (by me) that there is nothing quite like a fresh coat of paint to improve one’s mood, one’s space, or one’s perspective on life (and I especially like it when people call that fresh coat of paint a ‘lick’ of paint – so English, so dreamy). Well, the same could be said for a new shade of blush. Now, I’m not a huge make-up wearer, and we’ve already established that I don’t often wear dry clean only, hang this up right away kind of clothing. But, I do wear make-up (I am a licensed hairdresser after all) frequently enough. Infrequently enough to have a spent tub of blush awaiting replacement for, oh, it’s gotta be at least 6 months. Maybe more.
So, as the husband and I took a quick trip to the mall the other day to get a few things, I put it on my agenda to replace said dying (ok, dead) blush in an effort to help ease the winter blues that have definitely gripped me, lo this mild winter. Procured: one NARS blush in color Mata Hari. And may I just say, there is nothing like a little fresh color on your cheeks to make you feel like you’re able to face the day. Sunshine or not, I was bright and cheery. Looking, at any rate.
NARS Mata Hari blush. Expensive, but I suspect it'll last me nearly forever.
Inspired as I was, I continued with my color-hungry attitude and finally finished patching the wall above the access panel to the family bath shower (the access panel hole stays). Our previous plumber (he who shall not be named) left us a mess in a valve that wasn’t installed plumb to the wall, cartridges that were reversed (so hot was cold, and cold was hot), among other safety don’ts: don’t caulk the escutcheon plates to the tile work so you can easily access/repair in the future; don’t forget entire screws so that the diverter switch shoots out at your niece as she switches from shower to bath; don’t hire someone who doesn’t seem to know how to read. With a little help and instruction from Dave (he cut the patch for me, and showed me how many, many moons ago), and a little practice at mom’s place, as well as countless hours watching Brian, or Dave work joint compound, I was able to seamlessly blend the end of the drywall and the beginning of the 92 year-old plaster. (Is it okay if I tell you I’m pretty damn proud of myself right now?)
So, now I can add that there is nothing like a smooth transition, fresh paint, and a new color (and sunshine, if I’m honest) to brighten up your world, give you a sense of power, capability and strength, as well as make you feel like the world is pretty again. Go on, internets, make something pretty. You won’t regret it. Enjoy! xoxo
