Special Occasions and Me

Today I realized that even though I have profusions of edibles in my pantry and fridge, I strangely still had nothing to eat. I've noticed the same thing with my closet...the whole thing will be decidedly impregnated with apparel, and yet I can't find a single thing with which to bedrape myself. My theory is that they are all engaging in illicit breeding, producing hoards of extra useless figures with which to fill the space so that I will not feel the need to purchase anything else. After all, competition is bad.
So, back to the original story. I didn't want to go to the grocery store in my smeared day old makeup, my ratty hair, and my t-shirt covered in threads from sewing. There is a truth universally acknowledged that if a woman looks like crap at a grocery store, she will inevitably meet the most inconvenient people and embarass herself unfathomably. I ran up to my room to throw something on, wash my face, and make myself look presentable. Gazing into the mirror, it became apparent that I needed to cleanse the old makeup from my visage and don some more. As I was pulling my precious jewels of the cosmetic world from my bag, I thought, "Okay, I'm not going to put this or this one. I'm ONLY going to the grocery store. No one cares." So, with that mindset, I commenced with the applying of the basic essentials. Then a thought hit me as I looked at my little vessel of MAC Sketch Eyeshadow....."Why DON'T I care about looking good?" "Who CARES if it's JUST the grocery store. I can either go to the grocery store feeling like a harried, bland, housewife, or I can stride confidently in, feeling beautiful and fresh like a woman who should be admired by the shelf stockers and flirted with by the cashiers!" Feeling a surge of morale boosting determination, I dumped my makeup contents back out and took the mere 5 minutes to finish making my face and skin look radiant, my eyes look smoky and sultry, and my outlook on life sublime!
I wonder why I always tell myself to "wait for special occasions" to turn the volume up on the glamour? When I know that I look stunning, I act stunning. Think about the last time you looked smashing! How did your day go? How did you treat those around you? How did it feel to get ready that day? Were you excited? Did you want to show yourself off to your friends and family? Did you hope people would notice and compliment? Did they? When I physically take the extra few minutes to pamper myself, it is a concrete token of my regard for myself. It means I believe I'm WORTH the extra time and effort. I don't have to wait for special occasions to use that super expensive makeup. I don't have to wait until a date with my husband (I'm lucky if I get one of those every couple of months) to wear that super sexy top. I can get up tomorrow 5 MINUTES earlier, and that five minutes will change my whole entire day.
Thus, tomorrow is a special occasion, ladies. Make sure you're dressed for it.