The deferred maintenance doesn't just apply to our house. I, myself, had some deferred maintenance, as well. The first full week that the kids were at school, I managed to schedule a haircut and a pedicure. What I really need is a facial and some laser treatments on my freckles, but that seemed like a lot in one week, so instead I bought this thing:
It's called the Clarisonic Mia 2 and Sister recommended it when we were in Maine this summer. Apparently, all her fancy, beautiful friends use it, too. No one told me that this is what people who take care in their appearance use to wash their faces! (Aside: After my second year in law school our whole class had to take a class in trial techniques. We pretended to be real lawyer and delivered opening statements, questioned witnesses, and all that jazz. Our performances were video taped and we got to take our tapes to various actors employed to critique our performance. My tape was critiqued by Jo Ann Pflug who gave me some pointers on making eye-contact and then said, "you would be an attractive girl if you just took some care in your appearance." In retrospect she was 100% correct, but I was quite offended. Additionally, it's good that Wikipedia wasn't around back then because, at the time, all I knew was that Jo Ann Pflug was in M*A*S*H and Laugh In. Now I see that I was insulted by Chuck Woolery's ex-wife!)
I really like the Clarisonic. I'm not sure it makes a huge difference in the way my skin looks, but my skin definitely feels cleaner, which is probably more important. I bought mine at Nordstrom, because it was on sale and came in fun colors. Washing your face isn't that exciting, so you should probably enjoy some aspect of the process. It's also available on Amazon for about $20 less, but the Nordstrom one came with a bag, replacement brush head, and two kinds of cleanser. If you bought those extras separately, I think you'd end up spending about $20 and the Amazon one was in light pink instead of persimmon, which is obviously a superior color.
The best thing about the purchase was that when the Baby saw it, she whispered to me, "you can get one of those to remove the hair from your body." In case you are wondering how she became familiar with hair removal systems, I can only assume that it's because the children discovered Full House this summer. I knew that the advertising on that program skewed towards depressed drug-addicts (see below), but I guess that perhaps these people are depressed drug addicts because they are very hairy, because No! No! Hair also advertises:
Another perk of the kids watching Full House is that I got to overhear this conversation:
Boy: I guess Uncle Jesse is kind of like Uncle David.
Girl: Yeah. They are kind of the same.
That sound you hear is my sister-in-law spitting coffee all over her computer monitor in Michigan. Her husband (and the kids' Uncle David) is a nice Dutch Calvinist man who is most commonly mistaken for Jeff Daniels. So, he looks about as much like John Stamos as I look like Jennifer Lopez (i.e., we are technically of the same species). Uncle David is an editor for a company that publishes religious texts and Uncle Jesse drives a hot rod and is the lead singer of Jesse and the Rippers. I certainly hope that the children get more familiar with analogies before it's time to take the SATs.
Meanwhile, will someone please have an 80's party so that I have an excuse to spend $15.99 on this darling t-shirt from Cafe Press:
|Who wouldn't look totally awesome in this??|
So, it was probably the wrong time to spend a day at Scott's Antique Markets with Mom, but since it's only in Atlanta one weekend a month, I was able to justify the trip. I'm pretty sure that everyone in Atlanta is familiar with Scott's. But, if you're not from the area, I'll let you know that it's just the hugest antiques and collectibles market I've ever seen. (This is coming from someone who spent her childhood summers visiting every antique store and flea market in Maine from Freeport to Bar Harbor. As they say in New Jersey, "I know from antique markets."). I have been interested in buying a demijohn for no particular reason other than I think that they're cool looking and not too pricey.
Mom and I saw a dealer who had several different bottles that were pretty nice except that the top to one of the bottles was chipped and jagged. Now, if the bottles are old, they are made of blown glass and the glassmaker would have snipped off the top of the bottle to remove it from the blow pipe. That's not what I'm talking about. The top of this one bottle was just broken. Anyway, I asked the dealer for prices on the demijohns. I was surprised when she said that the broken one was $10 more than the other bottles.
Me: Really? I'm surprised since the top of this one is broken.
Lady: That's because it's old. They're called antiques.
Me: Yes, I know they're antiques.
Grrrr! I really wish I had come up with a better response. For example:
Me: You're kidding?! I thought I was in Pier 1 Imports. These are antiques????
Me: That explains your broken face. You're an antique.
Me: Shut the front door! Antiques! Well, I'll be! I just thought they were someone's old, broken shit.
Isn't is frustrating that the comebacks are so good when you have a week to ruminate on them?
She has given me an idea, though: The broken things in my house aren't really broken, they're just antiques. Can I interest you in a broken toaster oven? If new, it would cost $49.99, but it is an antique, thus I will charge you the bargain price of $69.99. This crack in our cracked pedestal sink basin: