Do you do the thing that I do where you redo something that, from the outside, and even from the inside, is perfectly fine as it is? For example, as a trip approached, the same style hanging toiletry bag I have been using for 25+ years is bothering me. Or how one day I hated the way I have my makeup organized and suddenly had to do something about it.
It always starts out simply. I will look and see what is available as options for the redo. Hours, dare I say, sometimes days, later, I am still investigating. I am also measuring to determine the specs I need, checking cost because I always have a price in mind. And I ask myself how I got in this mess. I curse my own worst enemy (me) while questioning the meaning of life and my own existence.
Why can’t I leave well enough alone?
There is an old saying that “x is what separates us from the animals.” I always thought that was insulting to our feathered and furried friends. But this need to redo sets us apart from something. AI? Our own sense?
Packing my skin care for a trip in a different way and finding a streamline method of storing my powders and brushes is not going to revolutionize the world. It is going to shake the trees in my own little neck of the woods. I can only hope that the potions and lotions, concealer and blush give me as successful a face lift as their storage redo did. And is a lot less painful.
Here are the links for my Face Lifts:
Makeup Storage
Toiletry Bag
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