let the summer maintenance begin

Summer, in all it's splendid glory, is a challenging season, in all manner of aesthetic upkeep and associated finances that go along with it. No more hiding under bulky clothes and blaming bad hair on the winter dryness/humidity/snow/rain/cold etc etc. It's time to EMERGE from that winter egg and be reborn anew.

This of COURSE necessitates, to all who pay attention to such things, an extreme notch kicking to the hair/skin/clothes/feet/nails/hair removal/tanning regime. And NOW. Will we be PASTY? NO! Will we be HAIRY? NO! Will we have pretty feet and tanned skin and fabulous soft highlighted hair? YES! YES WE WILL! Will we need a bank loan? See previous.

It is no wonder that the female self-maintenance/betterment market is a billion dollar worldwide industry. Tanning package, 70 euros; hair trimmed and highlighted, 50 euros; summer hair products to dissuade frizziness, 50 euros; eyebrow and other assorted waxing, 32 euros; pedicure, 25 euros; summer skin moisturizers and tanning lotions, 25 euros; seasonal make-up and wardrobe upgrades, I hate to think; feeling like a supermodel throughout another summer in Europe and all that it promises....priceless. The Aveda salon owns my soul.

And, it's FUN! Well ok the waxing part maybe not so much but the rest most def.

AND, it's OFFICIAL: M&D are on their way! I booked the tix myself. And not only will there be more than ample time to explore the wonders (?) of the Netherlands, I have personally booked what will be a GLORIOUS 3 nights/4 days in Paris!! OOOOOH GIBBLED! JUST GIBBLED! I even found a new restaurant/bar so insanely trendy and hip I can barely stand to look at the website without going blind with happiness. Hehehe I am sure there will be both shock and horror associated with the price of a hip and trendy European dining experience, but whatEV it's Paris in the summer. AND mumsy's birthday - what better reason to celebrate?

...tonight will mark the first trip to the hospital...am at loss for words..

In the meantime, am suffering many ill effects from hidden onions in various tapas of last night's dinner. Super double ugh. I feel like I ate a basketball, and might as well have.