You know that I’ve always been open and honest on my blog and share just about everything with you. Have you noticed that I’ve been running a few errands during the day this past week and that my wardrobe of sorts has been incredibly casual?
This is basically how I felt this week!
I lost my job last week. It wasn’t the case of job performance but rather the case where business has been very slow. This makes the last one on board the first one to leave. That would be me!
This just about sums up how a person of my age feels when it comes to the job search! Get my helmet ready but don’t mess up my hair!!!
I am legally changing the lyrics to Queen’s “Another One Bites the Dust” with “Another Job Bites the Dust”!
I’m changing the lyrics Freddie. Look down upon me from where you are and give me a sign that it’s ok to do so!
Luckily, I’ve got great references so I’m off to a good start. And naturally, everyone will be following my trials and tribulations as I embark upon a job search at the ripe age of 62! This is gonna be fun!
Next week I start a class in web design because as I’m searching for a way to help pay the mortgage, I’ll be trying to improve on the blog and continue to write on my book. The key is to keep busy!
But—the best part is that I have my husband for support. My daughter, Oona is also very supportive but I haven’t told my sons yet. I can’t do that yet because I’m afraid I’ll start bawling.
So—I won’t tell them until I’m ready.
Now that that’s out of the way, I went back to Sephora yesterday to return the Tartelette palette. I had the receipt. The crew at Sephora is always helpful and pleasant and I ended up exchanging the palette for the Fenty Foundation in Number 170 and another Gloss Bomb. The total came to six dollars that I owed. There is still plenty of Fenty in the sample foundations I was given but I wanted to ensure that I had the full-size foundation in my stash!
The full-size foundation and another Gloss Bomb. Both will make me look great for my upcoming job interviews! Hey Rihanna–can you hire me as the older woman inclusion?
I honestly cannot say enough about this foundation. It really hides the broken capillaries and redness…
BTW, all the hype about the Morphe brushes? I’m really annoyed with this fan brush. I took it out of the little plastic protective cover and look. Stray bristles. I still used it to ever-so-lightly apply the Trophy Wife highlighter to my cheeks. Those strays need to be cut! I’ll get around to it one of these years!
Let’s talk about DIY—or in my case, DYT, Don’t You Try!
I’m sure many of you have been hearing about the “Do It Yourself” dermabrasion popularity. I’ve watched many YouTubers praise this treatment and that one fantastic way of doing this is to “shave” your face.
Shaving your face is supposed to be a wonderful way to smooth your skin– and, it multitasks for getting rid of lady whiskers!
Ever the timid one because I’m afraid of infection, I went to the store to get new razors. Since I’m now unemployed, I purchased the cheap razors.
And last night, as I finished my nightly skin care ritual, I spread a bit of moisturizer upon my red, wrinkled face, adorned with the fuzzies and started to shave.
Am I the quintessence of pulchritude or what?
Ouch! I thought I nicked my cheek but kept going in the downward direction. Ouch. I thought I nicked my chin.
As I looked up at my less-than-gorgeous reflection in the mirror I saw a slow and slender stream of the most sanguine liquid traveling down my cheek. It was blood. A rather nice shade of red, but nevertheless—it was blood. My blood.
These photos were taken after I cleaned up a bit. The photo on the far right is the “welt” I had when I woke up this morning!
I also noticed a bit of the blood on my chin.
WTF did I do?
I ran out of the bathroom that I use and into our bedroom to ask Bonaparte if I looked like I needed to go to the emergency room for stitches.
His eyes popped out of his head like two little escargot shells! In a horrified voice, he started speaking in French. I understood what “merde” meant. I also understood “fou”. Especially as he started repeating the word over and over, he put his forefinger to his temple and made circles in the air.
After Bonaparte recovered, I had to get him a couple of Tylenol to get rid of the severe headache I gifted him with!
This isn’t the first headache I’ve gifted my Frenchman with!
I began to wonder if this he was beginning to regret marrying me!
And then Bonaparte brought up another little DIY project I hit upon two weeks ago.
After reading how bad commercial deodorant is, I had a serious bout of hypochondria and anxiety. I threw my deodorant in the trash and ran to the store to buy a new box of baking soda. I didn’t have all the ingredients required to make homemade deodorant, so I just poured a ton of baking soda in my hand, made a heavy paste with a bit of water and slathered the paste, as though it was spackle, on my pits.
Not only did my arm pits become red and irritated, but they became bumpy and rashed out. I couldn’t shave my underarms for a week.
At least the baking soda stopped my pits from smelling bad!
I am now using a crystal deodorant.
My new deodorant. I swear if the pits of my shirts turn yellow, I’ll stop wearing deodorant altogether and just walk around like a stinky little skunk!
These two incidents also brought a very sentimental stroll down memory lane for me. It was when I was in my late teens and used my body for a DIY bikini wax experiment! Click on the link below to read about this charmer!
Wax On. Wax Off. But Please Bring a Bucket Of Ice Cubes for the Thighed Burns!
Moving forward, the only DIY projects I will be doing will be in the home décor genre and NOT on me.
Let me concentrate on redecorating the sun room and..
…adding more plants to the chateau. It’s safer!
Luckily, my face is healing at a quick rate. And my friend Laura sent me a photo of a better way to take care of my face.
Shout out to my girl Laura Sullivan for showing me what I SHOULD be using. Laura used to babysit for my kids and now she is babysitting for me!!
Instead of shaving face, I need to save face!
And I was able to cover the red welt up with the Fenty foundation. Does Riri realize her foundation has medicinal value?
I’m looking rather “human” today!
Here’s a look at the casual clothing I wore this week as I spent more time writing and doing odd things to my body.
This was Tuesday’s outfit. I went to a career workshop and HAD to get dressed. I stayed in my pajamas on Monday!
Wednesday’s outfit. This was my favorite. I wore my new jeans and was able to go braless in this off-the-shoulder shirt!
Thursday was a trip to the local library for another career workshop and the same jeans. I’m going to make it a point to get dressed every day so I don’t gain weight. I worked so hard to take it off and am petrified I’ll put it back on! NO ICE CREAM IN THE HOUSE!
Technically it is still summer. And summer weather returned back with a vengeance yesterday. I wore shorts and a wrinkled tee but felt like a million bucks when I applied Trophy Wife to my eye lids.
It’s 85 degrees today and humid. I’m wearing my son Jake’s old gym tee from St. Ignatius Loyola School in NYC. The shirt is 24 years old. It’s in great shape too!
Enjoy the rest of your weekend everyone! And if you shave your face, please be careful. And make sure your DIY’s don’t turn into DYT’s!!
How could I not post this great song today. The great Freddie Mercury and Queen.
