The countdown is definitely on. Just a few days before Christmas and I’m still neck-deep in studying with my girls. This leaves me no time for some serious prettifying. I’ve even had to miss several sessions with my slimming guru at the slimming center. And no, I don’t do the gym yet…I’m leaving that for after the holidays.
But as soon as this week is over, there will be no stopping me. First, I need a massage. Something to iron out all the kinks in my shoulders from all that studying with the kids. Then its off to get my footsies done. Then a haircut and other hair prettifying treatments. Then maybe some eyelash enhancers care-of that coupon I chanced upon on one of my favorite deal sites. Lastly, I need to fast-track my slimming treatments…those I missed. And even if my abs will still be more washed-out than washboards…in my mind they’ll be flatter..hmmp.
This is a story about how I found myself falling in love with the old terno all over again.
A few weeks ago I had the good fortune of being invited to a ball. Yes, a ball. The kind that you have to dress up for.
Other than prom, this was the first time I needed to “prettify” myself for a party. Not counting my wedding, of course. But I’ve never had to don a gown for a party in a looooooooooong time.
Just like any girl, I was excited to go. I wanted to dress up. I wanted to lose weight. I wanted to call my make-up slash hair stylist right away to make an appointment. I was in a frenzy, obviously. And my biggest problem, I didn’t have anything to wear.
For someone who hasn’t been to a chichi party in a long time, my wardrobe just wasn’t ready for this onslaught. I didn’t want to spend on a designer made gown. Heck, I can’t even afford it..hahahaha!!!
Then I remembered, my late great Lola had a stash of around 2 dozen terno’s just lying around in her old cabinet. The very next day, I was at the old house rummaging through a sea of old terno’s. I was marvelling at the exquisite detail that my Lola’s seamstress put into each piece. I was running through old memories of my Lola in her terno complete with a stiff “alampay” that was meticulously folded and pinned on to her shoulders.
Then it dawned on me, I can’t bear to alter these at the drop of a hat. These dresses needed the careful eye of a good seamstress to bring them back to their old glory. Never mind that some of them had holes left by some nasty moths, they were still beautiful dresses. Read more
I just got myself a “beauty package” for my face.
I was having a facial when the clinic director stepped in to check how I was doing. Then she noticed that my melasma was still there. So she consulted with the clinic’s doctor and before I knew it, they were both in there with me checking out my face…you can imagine what that looked like. There I was, lying down and having my face steamed and these 2 women are hovering above me discussing my face. I could hear them saying things like glycolic peel, dermabrasion, best acne treatment, rejuvenating facial…etc., etc.
Then they left.
Then they came back with a proposal. They showed me a package that was supposed to clear up my melasma and rejuvenate my skin. Sounded good to me. I’m really easy to convince. And it came really cheap…won’t say how much but really affordable. So without second guessing, I paid for it…while having my diamond peel.
And so it can be told…I not only panic shop for shoes and bags. I panic buy for facials too!!
One more to go.
Silly me, I completely forgot that I had those vouchers for facials/dp and I only remembered when I had 3 weeks to go before they expired. And I had 4 vouchers left. To think I maxed out on the number of vouchers that was allowed because I felt that this was how to get rid of blackheads the best way possible.
Panicked? Yup. I’ve been going once a week for the last 2 weeks. I passed one voucher to the hubs. And I have 1 more left which I intend to use tomorrow…the last day.
I will the very first to admit that I am more vain now than I have ever been. I guess it goes with age. Now I make regular visits to the dermatologist to make sure that my face stays in tip-top condition. The insides get the same kind of loving as well. I try to eat healthier now. I like eating a well balanced meal with all the pertinent food groups well represented. Of course, take up most of the plate but this doesn’t mean that I shun a good steak. I don’t. I just don’t have it too often.
I also take several food supplements and vitamins for added ooomph. I remember that my Grandma, who lived to a ripe old 92 years old, used to take at least 16 supplements and capsules in a day. I’m nowhere near that number but if I had my way, I’d take more vitamins and would even consider hgh supplements to help take me higher on the vavavoom list.
Well, age is really creeping up on me. I can feel it. But I’m not letting go of my youth without at least putting up a fight.