It seems someone wants me out of bed, Pixie posting at 6:30 a.m. this Sunday morning; The artiste’ in me knows, you can’t argue with inspiration.
Last night, I went to product paradise, otherwise known as Ricky’s. Being more Buddhist in my approach to accoutrement, I’ve been trying for less buying of late. I know, Yoda, there is no try but the insatiable appetite inside can be hard to ignore. This time, however, my mop called out for the creamy crop as I’m down to my last drop of the sample-sized stuff. (Thanks, Camino Real, for keeping me coiffed!)
There amongst it all, I found the willpower to skip the pretty OPI polish, so many soaps, scents & sexy stockings. I bought one beautiful new bottle & a pack of Dentyne Ice ice baby. Pausing to don my favorite “furgora” Kangol cap before escaping into the chilly night air, I saw the sign. Sitting there, at eye level, was the coolest collection of holiday cards. My favorite was this:
Living far from the mountaintop monastery, it’s not always gonna be easy to be Zen. How we respond to the tough stuff, though, is what matters most. A peaceful Pixie, I snapped this shot & took off to the movies. Sometimes, it’s what you don’t buy that gives the biggest thrill.
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