Just when I thought I was getting back into the swing of things blog-wise, my life decided that suddenly there was no place for blogging in the self-induced craziness that has been the past two months.
Not only had I lost my blogging mojo, but pretty much my entire beauty mojo. Can you believe that at one point I spent two weeks without a scrap of make-up on my face? Two weeks. That hasn't happened since I was about 16. Dark times. We won't talk about the sweatpants.
My nails remained pretty much unpainted since November. Things really had gotten that bad.
Slowly slowly I'm injecting colour back into my life and hopefully back on this blog. I painted my nails a few days ago with L'Oreal 'So chic pink' (actually a coral) and now I'm wearing Mavala Rococco Red. Photos would be helpful (and obviously more eye-catching than my waffling text) but the point is not the colour, both of which are hardly ground-breaking shades, it's the sense of purpose that coloured nails gives me. They are uplifting and make me feel much more pulled together. I'm more ready to face the world. I didn't think that I'd ever want to wear polish again at one point and wondered what I'd ever do with my stash of over 100 bottles, some of which I'm ashamed to say I'd never even used. Despite my almost evangelical devotion to lacquer on this blog, I myself had decided that I no longer had time, need, interest nor desire for such things.
But I was so wrong.
It is important. In the grand scheme of things we always think that the bigger the gesture, the more impact and importance we have. But combined, it's also the little mundane things that contribute to making a difference, both to ourselves and to others. Living life means not forgetting these trifles, these inconsequential habits which for a brief time serve no purpose but to divert us and make us a little happier. I forgot them all and I was very, very unhappy. I was certainly not a better person for relinquishing my make-up, my nail polish and my nice clothes.
This is a beauty blog and it holds no weight or importance other than as diversion (hopefully a useful one sometimes) and entertainment, but it reminds me to remain grounded in a way that I had previously taken for granted. It's good for me to write, it fuels my creativity in every way and I've missed it terribly. I write to feel better and to be better, even if it is just about mascara....
So... I just wanted to put that out there in the blogosphere before I continue at some point posting photos of my nails and showing you what I've bought (which is why you're here in the first place, right?)
I feel bad that this is not a picture post, so here is a photo of a cat in rollers to make you smile.... it's the little things, right?