In today’s not-so-pressing issue of the day — when faced with two choices:
a) Writing notes to myself on basic, boring yellow Post-its, or…
b) Writing notes to myself on a sticky note with a picture of a pensive cat in a pink polka-dot head scarf.
Obviously, the only right choice to make here is the second one, because why bother to write things like “RE: Nausea. Remember to put trash bag in the car in case need to vomit on the way to hospital,” or “Find 24-hour diner in SF that delivers banana pancakes” if it isn’t going to look cute when you stick the note on your computer screen?
To quote ‘80s English dynamic duo Wham!, “If you’re going to do it, do it right.”
And doing it right, sticky note-style, means that I’m gonna write reminders on these adorable memo pads from Jetoy USA ($5 each).
Gardening, metaphorically speaking
About the quote on this particular note…
I don’t really have a literal garden at the moment, because my deck garden is looking pretty tow-up these days, and nothing’s growing out there other than a seemingly invincible parsley plant from last spring that absolutely refuses to die. The note is more a food-for-thought thing.
Like, if I’m feeling blue, I re-read it and try to remember that in the metaphorical garden that is my life, there’s a lot of great stuff to look at. It’s tempting sometimes to get caught up on all the weeds, but it’s the fruit, vegetables, trees and flowers in the garden that bring me joy.
Admittedly…that was weird, I know, but it works for me, especially when I’m in a crabby mood, or when I’m feeling aggro and want to pick a fight with El Hub (according to the interwebz, mood swings are pretty common in the third trimester).
This note has been front and center on my computer screen for the past two weeks, and it actually helps.
Dry brushing — otherwise known as sweet, sweet punishment
This Medieval contraption has absolutely nothing to do with gardening…although it kind of looks like a gardening (or punishment) implement, doesn’t it? When El Hub saw me walking around with it, he recoiled, then asked if I was going to beat him with it.
Um, no, babes. Not today. As long as you keep your pregnant wife happy. 🙂
It’s the Earth Therapeutics Purest Palm Body Brush ($9.99), and I used it last night to dry brush for the very first time.
After last week’s enlightening discussion in the comments on the merits of dry brushing, I decided to give it a go for myself.
First, I watched a couple of videos…
Then I went to town! — and it was, um, how shall I put this?
Quite the experience.
I mean, I like a good scrubbing as much as the next person, but on some parts of my skin, like my tummy and my forearms, it felt like I was getting straight-up punished.
I dunno… Maybe it’s because I’m just not used to it yet? I’ve read that it can take time to get accustomed to the sensation. Or, maybe it’s because I’m pregnant, and my skin’s more sensitive than usual? I don’t know, but on some areas, the best I could manage was very light brushing and minimal exfoliation.
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Heads up! For The Walking Dead fans, if you haven’t seen last Sunday’s episode (and you want to, spoiler free), don’t scroll down any further in this post. OK…that is all.
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There were, however, parts of my body, like my elbows and heels, where I was able to use it effectively and completely go to town, and those were OH, SO SATISFYING!
It still felt like punishment, but, like…good punishment.
Um…could that have sounded any more 50 Shades? LOL!
Anywho, I got a particularly weird thrill from dry brushing my left elbow, and I swear, that brush removed half an inch of dead skin that had been just sitting there, flapping in the wind.
So gross, but so true.
I’m actually looking forward to doing it again tonight. And tomorrow night, if I’m not in the hospital yet (hurry up, BG!).
Query for you: is it possible to get addicted to dry brushing? I think it might be.
OK, so, last Sunday’s episode of The Walking Dead?
Can I just say that it was one of my favorite episodes of all time? And not just because of #Richonne (although that was AWESOMESAUCE and something I’ve wanted to see for a while). More because it was nice to see the characters finally get a break to do some mundane, everyday things, like watching Daryl cringe when Rick put in the CD while they were driving. Sometimes it’s the small, everyday stuff that reminds us that we’re human.
And, you know, it’s only a matter of time before sh*t hits the fan again. I mean, it is The Walking Dead. It’s not Anne of Green Gables.
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,