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  • jscribe 10:15 pm on January 23, 2010 Permalink | Reply

    3/52 The Proof is in the Polish 

    For most women my age, getting a manicure would not be considered an adventure. A typical Saturday afternoon or pre-event ritual might more accurately describe the act. For me, the manicure I got today was unique. My first.

    There are a couple reasons why getting a manicure today was a big deal. To begin, I’m really squirmy about being touched by strangers. I just get all uncomfortable and weird.

    Secondly, even though I love to rock an “I don’t care what anyone thinks about me” attitude, I’m often really uncomfortable in my own skin. About my body—not just the shape, or my weight, but all of it. I feel like so many routine beauty processes involve too much of a microscopic look at my physical features – I am scared that I’ll be judged for my eyebrows, my pores, my teeth, my waistline and yes, even my hands and nails. I prefer to looked at from far away—I’m just lamely more self conscious that I like to admit.

    The final reason why getting a manicure was a big deal is because of its close proximity to the “definition” of femininity. I like paining my nails and wearing make up and all that, but sometimes I get nervous admitting to enjoying things that are traditionally feminine because I think other people don’t really see me that way. I would worry that if I wanted to get my nails done someone would respond with, “Really? You? Do you even paint your nails? Hm. That just doesn’t seem like you.” It is like me, but maybe just not the way everyone always sees me.

    For these reasons I have managed to avoid getting my nails done for all of my life. Even though I’ve often looked at them and thought about how I know they would look nicer if I would just suck it up and get them done.

    So, today, I did.

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    • thegirlwholikestoeat 4:28 pm on January 25, 2010 Permalink

      J – this was awesome! next time we are getting our toes done!

  • eatveggiesdrinkwine 9:02 pm on January 23, 2010 Permalink | Reply
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    3/52: Taking my husband on a date 

    On a fun date–my sister-in-law’s 70s-themed birthday bash–a few years ago

    Inspired by fellow adventurers (adventurerchaser and Berton)–one of whom went on a date every night last week and another who completed homework about love for his upcoming marriage–I invited my husband (DP) on a date as soon as I arrived home on Friday night. Why is this an adventure? For a few reasons:
    1. My natural introverted tendency is to remove myself from the world on Friday nights, so offering to do anything besides put on my PJs and sulk was a major accomplishment.
    2. I have been the grumpiest, most annoyed, and likely most annoying, partner on the planet this week. Which actually made our date more of an adventure for DP, who probably accepted my invitation out of fear about what might happen if he declined.
    3. DP and I have not gone out, alone, in a very long time. See point number 1 for insight on why this is so.

    My first suggestion was to try a new restaurant, but since I was trying to be super-spontaneous as well, we decided to get tickets for the 8 pm performance of Spring Awakening. The theatre is next to one of our favorite spots, so we nixed a new place and headed downtown for a pre-show appetizer and beer. We held hands as we walked from the car, we laughed as he played air drum during some of the more rockin’ numbers (I usually just want to die of embarrassment but I was steadfast in my adventurous spirit), and, not wanting the night to end early, we headed to a somewhat new-to-us pub for appetizer and beer #2. We talked, we cracked up, we enjoyed each others’ company. And I felt hopeful that by the end of 2010, a Friday night like that will feel commonplace rather than adventurous.

  • Kimberly Hula 8:18 pm on January 23, 2010 Permalink | Reply
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    Have Legs, Will Carry 

    I am secretly fond of my legs.

    I don’t tell anyone for fear of sounding vain, or receiving an eye roll or a haughty nod when wearing a skirt. And, to be fair, there’s not a lot to boast. Sure, I have long legs, runner’s legs that make already short dresses shorter. But I can’t take them on tour. I have a folded skin scar from a poisonous spider bite on my left knee. I can count, at any given time, upwards to ten bruises that make a pattern of my calves. I’m a lax shaver. Basically, my legs are a hot mess.

    But they are mine. They’ve carried me across finish lines in races and lend me some advantage on dance floors. And I like them.

    So I can’t defend my need to cover them, save my penchant for pant suits. And, because I am often in pants I think the allure of a pant-less Sunday was enough to warrant a bare-all adventure. On public transport.

    The plan was simple: take off your pants on the subway.

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    • Try2StopMe 2:36 pm on January 31, 2010 Permalink

      and i had thought for sure you had more conviction than myself for this one! call me the German 😉

  • heididino 5:27 am on January 23, 2010 Permalink | Reply

    Adventure # 3 Dying my own hair 

    This adventure snuck up on me and I kind of like that.  I started dying my hair probably when I was a freshman in high school. I think I probably dyed it from then through mid college. My mom always did it for me. I stopped dying my hair when I saw how ridiculous my younger sister’s hair looked. She has wickedly curly hair and all of it never seems to be fully colored, roots are always showing and its just a mess.  I haven’t dyed my hair for probably 4 years…until tonight!

    I don’t really do a lot with my “look” i had the same curled under bangs unfortunately until my roommate at the time introduced me to the side bangs. It changed my life. I don’t really have the skill to use product or fancy equipment or anything so when it comes to my hair, however it dries is kind of what you get. But I’m ready for a change. In a time when I am trying to decide what I want for myself in my personal life, the first change is my hair. I went to Walgreens and picked out a hair color ALL ON MY OWN. I made calls to 2 friends who unfortunately did not answer their phones and  left me to decide between Mahogany or Medium Brown. I went with a medium deep bronze or something. My original hair color? I always thought it was a kind of drab dishwater blonde but I think it has gotten a little darker with age.

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    • jscribe 9:23 pm on January 23, 2010 Permalink

      yay! i cant wait to see it!

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