Upping the fabulous quotient

As you know, Vanessa is not feeling quite her fabulous self. Work is totally stressing her out causing her to stress eat. The chocolate is way too accessible. She is also extremely tired these days. Even more concerning is that she seems to be talking about herself in third person ala LeBron James.

I think it might also be the weather. It is too damn hot to do anything but lay down with a cool fan blowing over you. I would suggest and prefer Gerard Butler fanning me with a palm frawn but I simply don’t seem to have one of those handy. Such a shame.

I am feeling like I need to up my fabulous quotient. I’m not very pleased with the state of things right now. It’s like I’m on the front end of a solid rut. Not good. It just means focusing less on work after hours and more on me. Being fabulous. I think one of the best ways to ward off a funk is to head it off at the pass. When things start to get hairy, we have a tendency to get a little mired down it, don’t we? Before you know it, we have totally let ourselves go.

Tonight, I staged an intervention on myself. I know, the dialogue with myself was a killer. Immediate action was necessary. I have been woefully neglecting myself. I can’t even tell you the last time I had a pedicure. I don’t even mean the salon kind. I mean the take-10-minutes-and-change-the-polish-on-your-damn-toes kind of pedicure. This is now way to live. Tonight, I got the kidlet in bed and set off to re-fabulousize…re-flablize…re-…whatever.

Stage 1 of the intervention included indulging in facial goop. Oh yes folks, I did the peel of mask. Fun on many accounts. I get nice clean pores and a chance to do a mean Hannibal Lecter impression. Score.

Stage 2 was the painting of the nails. If I hadn’t left my memory card for my camera in my laptop at work, I would take a picture to show you how cute my feet are. No kidding. I gave them the full pedicure including freaking sandblasting them. They are that wonderful and all dolled up in It’s a Doozi Says Suzi.

Have I mentioned that all of this went down while watching An American in Paris? Why? Because I like a Gershwin tune. How about you? And, oh my, was Gene Kelly perfection. I love him more than about 729,105 other things.

Here’s the best part. I’m going to bed early and, gulp, reading a book. I’ll be choosing one of two books that you must run out and buy immediately. If you do not have Simon Doonan’s Eccentric Glamour in your library, what are you doing with your time? Reading blogs? Go get it, now. Follow it up by purchasing The Bombshell Manual of Style by Laren Stover. Trust me. I would not lead you astray. They are guidebooks in feeling fabulous.

You’ll have to excuse me now. I have a date with a really cozy, fluffy bed.

Oh, for the dudes that may be reading this blog – If you’re in a funk, Football starts on Sunday. Hall of Fame Game. Wait it out, tough guys. Wait it out…

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