Every Sunday, without fail, I paint my nails. I always think of it as my way of having a new outlook on the week ahead! At least twice a week I spend 30 minutes in the bathroom prepping my legs for self-tanner, as I was unfortunately born with the whitest legs south of the Mason-Dixon. And here and there I insert new “beauty rituals” as I go: at-home hair coloring, face masks, hair masks concocted in the kitchen, hand waxing treatments. Every time my husband turns the corner I am poking, plucking, primping, or polishing something!
So, here’s a thank-you to my hubby. For not using my good shampoo, or my new cuticle clippers, and for putting up with an odd-ball like me:)
(… I forgive you for using my raser to shave your beard.)
The Gracious Gal