It’s been a while. And I’m a little rusty on the writing, so forgive me. For more than four months I’ve been dealing with my own personal empire of dirt, and the computer rarely made an appearance in that place. Nor did Facebook, Gmail, Twitter….or even WWD.
Oh how I’ve missed the fluff.
They say that mood swings are to be expected in early recovery. If that’s the case, I am the perfect poster child. One minute I’m 100% happy (and joyous and free), and the next, I’m Queen Cranky Pants. At my best, I’m like a walking smile—content, cheerful and calm. At my worst, I could give Mel Gibson a run for his money in the crazy-ass rant department—except without the misogyny, anti-Semitism and bigotry, of course. I mean, I’m pretty sure. One would hope.
So in an effort to keep myself semi-sane, I’ve decided to embrace my inner erratic child, at least for the time being. And of course I’ve found the perfect products to play with as I do.
Oh how I’ve missed the fluff.
They say that mood swings are to be expected in early recovery. If that’s the case, I am the perfect poster child. One minute I’m 100% happy (and joyous and free), and the next, I’m Queen Cranky Pants. At my best, I’m like a walking smile—content, cheerful and calm. At my worst, I could give Mel Gibson a run for his money in the crazy-ass rant department—except without the misogyny, anti-Semitism and bigotry, of course. I mean, I’m pretty sure. One would hope.
So in an effort to keep myself semi-sane, I’ve decided to embrace my inner erratic child, at least for the time being. And of course I’ve found the perfect products to play with as I do.
Okay, so the mood chart is pretty hokey, and I cringe if my color gets too close to “Feeling Frisky” status. Nevertheless, this shade-shifting gloss gives my lips a number of nice, warm-toned pink tints. It goes on clear
and usually stays pretty light, depending upon my PH. And I appreciate its unpredictability. It’s kind of all over
the place, just like me.
and usually stays pretty light, depending upon my PH. And I appreciate its unpredictability. It’s kind of all over
the place, just like me.
I can’t lie. I am going to miss the bar. But I realize that I romanticize memories of my old happy-hour haunts, and that the cons of entering those all-too-inviting doors far outweigh any pros. I’m much better off if I drown my sorrows in—or celebrate with—the shimmer of this pretty purple eyeshadow.
Often, all I have to do is look at my nails to gauge my emotional state. In an effort to not take my frustrations out on my cuticles, I’ve been getting manicures as often as I can. Right now I love Essie’s Limited Addiction, my perfect shade of springtime red.
The smell of this handcrafted oil makes me happy, plain and simple. On mornings when I’m particularly sluggish, I add a drop to my moisturizer. The scent makes me smile and reminds me that, most likely, everything is going to be okay. In short, it’s the perfect fake-it-‘till-you-make-it potion.
I can check into a tub-time rehab whenever necessary with this great ache soother. I’m always being told that self-care is key right now, and this scrub really works if you work it. It always untightens my super-tense muscles and mellows me out with its minty smell.
I could go on, but it's time for Queen Cranky Pants to get off her product-obsessed ass and go to therapy. Because nothing will get better if I don't continue to check my thinking, and sadly no amount of makeup can keep me away from a drink.
That's up to me.
That's up to me.
