My sister-in-law (and brother) are in town for our family holiday, Thanksmas. It's a combination of Thanksgiving and Christmas all rolled into one. It's normally a time for my girls to spend time with the aunt and uncle and my mom to spend some time with her son. It's usually a rushed sort of weekend, trying to get a lot of things done in a short period of time. My participation tends to be making sure the girls are wherever they're supposed to be and attending the family meal.
This year was a little different. My brother was taking my mom to an appointment and the girls were not yet out of school. I got a text from my SIL that said "come play with me!". I had paperwork and billing and cleaning and laundry and blah, blah, blah to do. But I don't often get time with just her so I went.
There wasn't much time before we had to get the girls so we walked around downtown Silver Spring for a bit. I never get to go in Ulta (makeup store). Going in with two 11 year old girls is a nightmare. Please don't touch. No, you can't wear Smashbox makeup. No, I'm not getting you Bare Minerals. Don't try on more than one perfume at a time. That is why I don't go in there with them. They weren't here and Kelley was so we went in. I wanted something new - a new color, a new something different.
At Kelley's urging, I sat in the chair and the makeup person started her magic. I told her I thought she has the best job - she makes people feel pretty. She had brushes and lotions and powders. At the end of it all, I had new colors on my face and a new attitude. I haven't had another person do my makeup since my wedding. That was 1998. It's been a while.
I feel all shiny and new. I didn't want to wear my glasses - I wanted everyone to see my new colors. When we picked the girls up from school, M noticed right away. You're wearing makeup. That's a new color! That's why I love that kid.
My new attitude and new look and new happiness are going to celebrate Thanksmas.