Accuse me of oral fixation, but I enjoy reapplying whatever I'm wearing on my lips. I like to perform little beauty tasks and chores. Up until last week, I've enjoyed shaving my legs. I like getting into disarray and then pulling myself back together. Those little grooming errands are a break, sort of like smoking a cigarette, I suppose. You step away from the table, look in the mirror, tidy your hair and fix your lipstick. It's fun.
And in a larger sense, I like to let myself go a bit. Every August I seem to let it all go to hell: my hair spends most of its time pinned into a clump on the top of my head. I stop wearing anything remotely creative. Then when fall comes, I get all excited about scarves, earrings, boots and haircuts. I even enjoy gaining a few pounds (A FEW) because it leads to a minor thrill when they peel back off. I don't appreciate a blow-out as much unless I let my hair run wild in the streets for a while.
It must have been in one of these down cycles when a close friend described me to someone (in front of me) as a "bombshell who doesn't take care of herself." Compliment? Fighting words? She just shrugged when I asked for clarification. I spoke with a different friend once about the issue of repetitive beauty tasks. She said when she showered, she always felt slightly guilty for "washing off yesterday's valuable lotion and hair products." Whereas I relish the opportunity to reapply.
Sometimes I like things to last; I loved good-for-months eyelash extensions and hair relaxing. But I would take them for granted is they never wore off. I ebb and flow between taking care with the details and going around utterly uncultivated, and I kind of do it on purpose. Am I the only one who feels this way?