Let me start by making this really clear. I am not great with pictures; I’m awkwardly trying to find a home for my hands, not smile too much and pose just so that my legs and butt look like two separate body parts. So when @sarahpsmart and I grabbed tickets for the Happy Place the emotional roller coaster began as I went from elated to petrified. I decided I would not take any pictures of myself and just “artistic” shots. Well let me say, it was really easy for my inner child to escape and play.
I have put my cards on ice. My debit and credit cards. It is not a slab in the freezer that you are thinking of, but please don't feel bad as it was my first choice; but all I could picture was me twitching and sweating with anxiety, sneaking downstairs in the middle of the night and smashing the block of ice on my kitchen floor. Nope, I have given my cards over to my husband. Which actually thought out, aside from cutting them up into unrecognizable plastic bits this is the safest measure I could possibly take.
This is my spending detox, which will lead me into a month of forced but FUN frugality. A test I have set up for myself in my #40before40 quest. And why a spending detox you ask? Well the problem is this, I have stopped seeing the value of a dollar, I have become so accustomed to just tapping inserting or swiping that I literally forget I purchased something. It is a bit of a problem. A totally fixable one, and maybe relatable?
I have a crush. I may be in love. With my nails.
When I was a teenager, I discovered I had nice hands. My mom who has matching hands and whom I will be eternally grateful for bestowing them on me (THANK GOD I DID NOT GET MY DADS HANDS), would take me for manicures. A little treat with some filing and polish. I always left with a smile on my face, not so much because of the manicure, but because the nail techs always fawned over my hands. Now you know why I jumped into the spa industry as a career.
But up until now, I have been a no fuss, regular polish kinda girl. I didn't try acrylics, the original gels, or even Shellac. Recently my favourite Toronto spa Rain Spa and Salon started carrying Evo (developed by Bio Sculpture) my curiosity got the better of me and I went for it.
This product was something I had planned on reviewing and sharing my experiences from the get go. However to my surprise, and skepticism, it didn't involve any drama or high emotions like fear as I was completely expecting it to. Here is my un-sponsored un-requested review of Thinx. (Period Panties)
Wow this is a tough one. The fact that I introduced it with a 'wow' explains the vastness of, and deepness of the topic. How many times have you thought to yourself. "If I could just change this", or "eat a little less", or "buy this product" I will feel a little more comfortable in my own skin. Well let me start with a YOU ARE NOT ALONE! This coming month I will hang out in a cosmetic clinic for TWO days in a row to address things like unwanted hair and stubborn fat bulges $$$$$. Go to the beauty salon and get my hair treated (we are talking colour and cut $$). And last but not least spend approximately 5 hours each week going to a gym to get my booty golden $$$. Who doesn't want a golden booty.