Yesterday, Hippy-Love Française made me take a "girl day." This meant escaping from our usual routine, heading into the big city and pretending that we didn't have children.
It started by a trip to some fun boutiques where she and I went silly and tried on some 4 inch heels. God, we looked good strutting around in those things! Of course, you'd have to look beyond the dog fur covered jeans and sweatshirt to see the sex appeal, but boy I felt like Tina Turner.
Afterwards, we went to Royatonic, a fabulous spot with all kinds of hot tubs, pools, saunas and steam rooms. Who knew soaking yourself into prune-dom could be so relaxing?
In France, steam rooms are called, "hammam," so I had a great time laughing to myself about being a "ham ham in the hammam."
Two and half hours flew by and we finally had to leave the "bain parfumé" and actually head back to reality. Nothing like being almost late to pick up said imaginary children after a day like that!
Good thing is, I'm feeling inspired. Maybe it would be nice to more 'girly' from time to time. Smarten myself up for Hubster on more than special occasions.
Heck, I'm feeling like it might even be nice to actually shower everyday, get regular hair cuts, wear nice clothes, and possibly experiment with lipstick. Come to think of it, I might still have a tube of the stuff that I bought for my senior prom laying around...
I can just see me now. I'll be decked out in full make-up and a low-cut dress, cursing Tina Turner and her damn ability to dance in stilettos, as I try to catch Typhon and Anouk as they escape from the garden.
Perhaps I should stick with my sweats and Birkentstocks for now. I'll start easy on my metamorphosis into the Goddess of Malamutes by just showering and doing that hair cut thing more often...