Ever since I turned 40 I have realized that the significance of certain professional people in my life has changed. In other words, I need a few people more than I ever have.
First, the hair stylist. When I was young, I could get my hair styled anywhere and it would still be ok. The appointment was more to make me feel special and pampered than it was to make me presentable. Now I need Bill (the best hairstylist ever) to simply keep me offending the general public. Hours of styling, coloring, cutting, conditioning... the poor boy works his ass off.
Second, the tailor. Remember when a 4 or even a 6 fit perfectly? I never had to try anything on. Clothes are made to be worn by people with certain measurements and those people are usually young. Even my husband remembers the days of no thought - simply khakis and a white v-neck. It doesn't matter if lose weight, I still need areas tucked and lifted.
Third, the cleaning lady. Not only do I need her because I truly do not have time to clean, but I am noticing that the older I get the more annoyed I am with a dirty or messy house. I wonder if there is something clinical linking an abhorrence of household dirt to geriatrics.
Fourth, my dermatologist. You would think he is the teenager's best friend. But no, that hormonal acne come back with a vengeance during menopause or so I hear ;-). Also ladies, the dermatologist has the BEST winkle cream for a fraction of the cost.
Fifth, my husband. For sticking around happily and making me laugh when the above people cannot help.
First, the hair stylist. When I was young, I could get my hair styled anywhere and it would still be ok. The appointment was more to make me feel special and pampered than it was to make me presentable. Now I need Bill (the best hairstylist ever) to simply keep me offending the general public. Hours of styling, coloring, cutting, conditioning... the poor boy works his ass off.
Second, the tailor. Remember when a 4 or even a 6 fit perfectly? I never had to try anything on. Clothes are made to be worn by people with certain measurements and those people are usually young. Even my husband remembers the days of no thought - simply khakis and a white v-neck. It doesn't matter if lose weight, I still need areas tucked and lifted.
Third, the cleaning lady. Not only do I need her because I truly do not have time to clean, but I am noticing that the older I get the more annoyed I am with a dirty or messy house. I wonder if there is something clinical linking an abhorrence of household dirt to geriatrics.
Fourth, my dermatologist. You would think he is the teenager's best friend. But no, that hormonal acne come back with a vengeance during menopause or so I hear ;-). Also ladies, the dermatologist has the BEST winkle cream for a fraction of the cost.
Fifth, my husband. For sticking around happily and making me laugh when the above people cannot help.
In addition to your people, I have a grocery shopper. This saves lives, as I may kill some of those people in la la land who get in my way.
ReplyDeleteGreat idea...I need to get one of those. I bet if we really think about this, we could never leave the house...say a personal bartender who comes to the house to mix your drink not to mention the personal trainer and personal shopper. Oh the fantasy.
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