When I was in my early twenties, Sundays were my beauty day. I wasn’t making very much money so it was a DIY spa day in my tiny bathroom. A bubble bath, clarifying shampoo and deep conditioner followed by a mini facial and a mani-pedi and I was ready to start the week. Oh, how I think back to those days and how much time I used to have.
My beauty ritual started long before my NYC days. I was about 7 or 8 when I first started playing around with different soaps. Dove, Ivory, Noxzema followed by a cotton ball of Sea Breeze or Bonnie Bell’s Ten-O –Six. It burned, so it must be doing something good, I thought. As I got older, my ritual evolved. The world of cosmetics opened up. Now, I had been playing around with my Mom’s lipsticks and eye shadows for a long time, but by the time my friends and I hit 4th grade, we knew it was time to break out the make-up at school. Unfortunately, our teacher did not agree with us. With our moms siding with the teacher, we left our lipsticks at home for the time being.
When I was in sixth grade, we started having dances. Again, I had so many things to do to prepare for the big event. A bubble bath, hair washed, dried and curled; make-up and a mani-pedi. Mind you, no one saw my toes. You would have thought I was getting ready for the Oscars but all I wore was a shiny Espirt top and a jean skirt.
Today, my ritual has been pared down from years past. But when I have the chance, usually when the children are napping or down for the night, I will resurrect some of my old rituals. The deep conditioner, a mask or doing my nails (I usually have to pick one). Tonight, as I was doing my nails, it occurred to me that my manicure set is almost 27 years old. It was a gift from my Mom, ahem, Santa, when I was in the 5th grade. That set has been with my through high school and college, followed me to NYC and a number of different homes. Once I took it on a trip with me post 9/11 and airport security tried to confiscate it for the scissors and nail file. My options were to check the bag or throw it away. Obviously, I checked the bag.
Even though my ritual isn’t as complicated as it used to be, I still get all the bases covered. You don’t need a lot of time to take good care of your skin. No matter how tired I am, I cannot go to bed without following my ritual. It’s how I start and end my day and I wouldn’t have it any other way.