The next decade....what's in store?

Before Exercise...

So after that lazy day yesterday, it was time for a little more productivity today. Not a better way to start it than with Breakfast at Brigitte's. Lots of protein as I like it, and generally a chill out morning. The kind of thing we probably would have liked to have done while we worked together but couldn't because we worked opposite each other.

After brekky, it was on the road to the NEW plaza to pay some bills and for me to buy some fruits. Then we had to drop off baby Dominique who had by now fallen asleep. Hmmmmm, she obviously hasn't got into the Saturday shopping routine that Mothers and Daughters usually get into when the kid is old enough. I went through mine with Villy and Sis, which included usually a stop at Lynzilee in Welcome Plaza.

More driving around to another shopping centre where we did some stuff, saw Lenworth's girls and sampled Deelishus juices. Locally grown. A little too sweet but I bought three teeny tiny boxes (same size like what Nice and Nuff milk - from school feeding programme - used to come in at St George's). Then I was dropped off and decided after the lunch yesterday, today had to be a salad.

They made the salad zactly how I wanted it. See, that's how you get satisfied guests. By giving people zactly what they expect, want and desire. It's not rocket science you know (tell that to the Aliens). Settled down to read some magazines and watch TV.

What magazine? Shape. One of those that the siblings say I read in hope that the effects take place by osmosis, since I don't get off my butt often enough. What show? "What not to wear" on TLC. They were making over this girl who was 24 and looked more like 16.

Hmmm.....where have I heard that before? Looking younger than one really is. Wonder if I could get on that show too? The stylists did everything for her. Threw out her clothes, which she has had for several years. Very familiar. The blouse I wore for my birthday dinner, I bought in January 1998 for the wedding that I flew back home for just after starting work here. The top I wore to cocktails last Wednesday, was a Link top (designer = T Tomlinson)....one of those from The Green Grip (that story is in the archives). I had that top before I moved to Grenada, and that was September 1997. 6 years old? Yup. But I didn't think it was out of style. Well that's what the makeover gurus told the Nashville girl on the show...even if the clothes fit from a long time ago, you got to throw them out!

Next, they worked on the hair. She had worn it in the same style for most of her life. Dull and boring. Hmmmm, another similarity. Well maybe not. I have alternated between fro and processed straight hair, and between fro and texturized hair for the last 10 years or so. So there has been SOME change. Now I'm back to the fro - the kind that stays close to your head even though the strands of hair are at least....hold on leh me check.....ouch!.....3/4 to 1 inch long. I fear that if I go and texturize it, just to stretch out the strands a little but keep the curl, I will end up looking like the chicken head that hairdresser in Jamaica gave me this summer and made me have to chop it off and start all over again. So for now, it will remain natural.

Then there was the make up make over. Well at least I pluck my eyebrows. Once every 2 months or so! Make up? Nah. A lil lipstick and maybe some face powder. No eye shadow (makes no sense under glasses), no foundation (I have nice skin...no need for such and I don't need to hide my freckles) and no blush - well maybe blush once or twice a year. I'm really not bothered at all about makeup. Something on my lips is a must though, even if it's lip gloss.

So I sat there watching the transformation of this girl, and reading my SHAPE magazine at the time and thought that I need a transformation of my own. The clothes part is taken care off, for I am accompanying the parents to Florida later this month (charge it!!!!!!!! - even if I don't have a credit card)...I just need to work on the hair and the bod.

Spurred into action, I put on my new two piece swim suit (bought in Kilburn, London, on a great shopping spree just before departing the Motherland for good). Yes. Even at my size, I don't particularly like one pieces.

I say "even at my size" but you know, several people here have commented on how much weight I have lost, including the waiter at a restaurant I went to last Monday who used to work at Spice. Brigitte says it's because I seeing myself everyday why I don't think I look that different.

Decided that I would go and do 30 minutes exercise in the gym first, then go swim (as if I can swim), so that's what I'm off to do. Toodle Doo.

Oh, those of you in the hotel business, please guess and tell Larr what the grrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeat news the owner of the hotel I am staying gave me yesterday.

Posted by yamfoot at November 1, 2003 04:19 PM