Winter Blues

It's that time of year. Not quite Spring and still right in the middle of winter. I don't know if its the lack of serotonin boosting rays or cold-sluggish commutes home. Either way, I got the winter blues and I got 'em bad. No matter how much I hit the gym, I'm not seeing the results I desire. Can we say "frustrating"? My entire wardrobe appears "eh" to me. Nothing inspires. Part of my New Years Resolution this year was to spend less, save more and pay everything off, which all goes against a true fashionista's insticts. Sigh. So no shopping for some new digs until I I can afford, with money to spare.

This past weekend just added to my winter blues. I went to get a most-needed haircut/trim and when I stepped out it was horrible. One of those, you-go-home-and-cry haircuts. Yea that was me. And I was really disappointed because I've been going to the same stylist for like 3-4 years now. She was the type that I sat in her chair and didn't have to say a word, she knew what I wanted. When she would turn the chair around, there I was looking back at my fabulous self. Not this time! I'm totally hoping she was just having one of those and I will give her one more shot, but if not- its over! Man, oh, man. I know I'm not the only one with salon horror stories so I can't feel to be about myself. Until, until....I went to get a manicure and managed to smudge every nail before I even got back home. Aint that a bitch? My day was topped off by a trip to MAC. Makeup! You will make me feel better, I know you will. Well, I step inside a MAC in a Macys and I ask the salesperson to help me find the right blush. I have been wearing a bronzer that at first I liked, but as time has passed makes me look a lil orangey. I asked the MAC salesgirl for a pinky blush, that glow you get from being in the cold too long. She tries one on and it looks great. Ok, ok, I'll take it. Seconds pass and I realize, wait, this blush has some shimmer to it and shimmer was the problem with the my last brozer. I need to stay away from shimmer, I'm not 12 yrs old. I mean the color looks great, exactly what I wanted, except for that damn shimmer. So I return to the salesgirl and say, hey, do you think you can show me a shade of this blush that doesn't have shimmer. She replies that I look great, the blush is a good pick and the shimmer is very subtle. I was batting 3 for 3 that day huh? I went home tossed my horrid hair into a pony, wiped away all traces of shimmery blush and undid everything I just paid the manicurist to do.

Have a similar horror story? Please share your experience and make me feel better -- lol :)