“Live by intuition and inspiration and let your whole life be revelation.”
Lately I’ve been struggling with my hair. Some people tell my my new style is cute (generally young people with a lot of face piercings) but I continue to seek a style that will allow me to look like someone else. Good luck with that, Grandma Pat.
In an effort to get some control over the situation, I decided to purchase some hot rollers. However, I didn’t want to get in a checkout line with my flyaway hair and a box that was just screaming, “Help is on the way!” I feel the same way about purchasing creams, lotions, potions, and support for obvious and less than obvious body parts. I can see it in the eyes of the person ringing up my purchase.
“That’s not all she should be buying,” the person at the register is thinking. “Someone show her the retinol cream.” Whatever.
But now there’s technology that can save me. No, I’m not talking about plastic surgery. I’m talking about the self-service checkout aisle. I can sneak up to the front of the store, concealing my lotions, potions, and beauty assists, without any prying eyes assessing my purchases.
And then the scanner doesn’t work and a guardian of the self service checkout walks over to assist. She’s young but was brought up properly and doesn’t roll her eyes at my purchase. It’s a good day.
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.