One girl. 24 hours. Three random acts of beauty.
10:17 a.m. — While packing, I stumble upon an ancient artifact buried deep in the bedroom closet: my pink and green Caboodle makeup organizer, ooh!
Back in the early ’90s, Caboodles were a staple of teenage makeup life. This one housed all of my first makeup treasures (like Clinique Raspberry Glace lipstick… so old school!) and kept them safe and secure.
Over time, its role changed from Protector of Makeup to Defender of Costume Jewelry and Random Keepsakes.
I haven’t opened it in ages… My heart quickens! I dust off the top and brace myself before opening the lid.
Inside: a time capsule of my teenage years.
First, evidence that my evolution into a CCL (crazy cat lady) began at an early age.
Then, my vision wavers when I see this dress clip thing-a-ma-bobber, and it’s suddenly 1993 again. I’m at school, and girls are wearing them clipped to the backs of loose, floral-print dresses all around me.
I return to the present and find a small manila envelope… I’m intrigued. What’s inside?
EWW! It’s my old braces!
Sifting through my Caboodle’s long-forgotten bits and bobs, I smile, lost among memories. It’s the first time in many days Iâ€™ve felt present and â€œin the moment.â€ No stressing over work, packing, bills that have to be paid — nothing.
2:30 p.m. — Iâ€™m petting Tabs with my foot. I glance at my toes and note how massively ‘TOW UP my pedicure looks.
It’s down to polish remnants, and itâ€™s not a pretty sight.
I donâ€™t have much time to spare (must. continue. packing.), so I reach for a bottle of Rimmel 60 Seconds Nail Polish ($3), aka drugstore nail polish savior of time-strapped women everywhere.
It delivers rich, even color and dries in — yup, you guessed it — about 60 seconds flat. With 26 color to choose from, there’s a shade for many moods and occasions.
Finally, my feet are cute once more; order has been restored.
11:49 p.m. Iâ€™m tucked beneath the covers in bed and starting to drift to sleep. El Hub is quietly explaining how The Final Four college basketball playoffs work…
Not a big sports fan growing up, I always wanted to know. Nowadays, I kinda enjoy watching big football and basketball games.
When we watch games together, El Hub patiently explains the goings on, describing the objectives, defining the rules and the athleticism involved in ways that are interesting and easy to understand. FUN!
Itâ€™s been a long day of work and moving. My eyes grow heavy. Tabs climbs up on the bed and curls up beside me.
It’s late and quiet outside. El Hub is still whispering. I hear something about the “Sweet 16.” I feel relaxed, happy, content.
Have you seen any random acts of beauty lately?
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,