Along with learning to love frizzy hair I'll need to learn to love everything else about myself. I'll need to learn to love my complexion, because I'll be darned if I can wear makeup in this. My face felt so totally disgusting at the end of the day and somwhere between walking the house for trim work, meeting with the lighting rep, and browsing and getting sample paint my face completely broke out.
Did any one bother to tell me about the cluster of zits on my nose? Or my chin, forehead, or cheeks? Of course not. Blech. Tomorrow I'm going to try going out without foundation at least. My skin is just so uneven and splotchy and you know what, I think the world can just deal with it. Scoob, on the other hand, wasn't too thrilled when I told him on the phone that I'll need to learn to be okay without makeup. Bite me.
Can I just tell you how thankful I am that I shaved my pits before leaving California? It's so hot and I've been wearing nothing but sleeveless shirts. And so I'm learning to love my arm flab, too.
I'm going to need to become reacquainted with my razor, 'cause dudes, my jeans are going to be the death of me. I don't really remember when my legs last saw day light, but I'm going to have to find some comfortable shorts and buy about 6 pairs of them. At least I took a swipe at my legs with the razor when I shaved the pits. It wasn't a very thurough or close shave, but at least the fur mat is gone.
I'm also going to have to find a good hat, which really could end up being a blessing for everyone. No make up and frizzy hair... now I know why southern women prefer floppy, wide-brimmed hats.