The First Day of my 49th Year

18 Jun

On the first day of my 49th year I woke up early like I always do. But I did not write. I was not productive. Sometimes I wonder why I get up before the sun only to be lazy. But because it was my birthday I allowed myself the indulgence of Facebook and Pinterest without guilt.

At seven o’clock I went for a three mile run. It’s been a while since I’ve run that far. I never stopped to walk, but it was hard. Really hard. The last minute was especially brutal. I end my run on an uphill. I felt dizzy. Like I was going to vomit. I’m pretty sure that’s not what they mean by the term “runner’s high” but if it is then I want no part of it.

You might wonder why I chose to run on my birthday if I hate it so much.  I had friends coming over that night for appetizers and wine and knew I’d be eating a lot of cheese. A lot of cheese. Call it preventative maintenance.

I treated myself to a pedicure -after a shower of course- and then drove to The George Michael Salon in Beverly Hills. (No relation to 80′s pop star/90′s park bathroom lurker.) I’d won a long hair treatment worth $195 from a #Fabchat session on Twitter and my birthday was the perfect day to treat myself to such a luxury as my hair was definitely in desperate need of a little TLC.

Hair before George Michael Hair treatment

This hair is in some desperate need of a little TLC. (BTW – can you tell I’m not very good at selfies?)

 

Salon owner, Jessie Martinez, definitely gave me that. She washed my hair and put on an intense moisturizing treatment and then sat me on a comfy couch for an hour with a heating cap on my head. I sat and read my new book for an hour. (Talk about indulgent!)

Afterwards she washed my hair and set it in big rollers and I sat under a hairdryer that looked like it came out of the Jetson’s for another 45 minutes and read some more. Oh yes, it was a very good day indeed.

hair dryer

It looks like something Jane Jetson would wear doesn’t it?

 

The result was smooth, gorgeous hair without the harmful chemicals of some other hair treatments (ahem, I’m talking to you Brazilian) or the drying and damaging effects of a blowout.

I left the George Michael hair salon looking like this:

Hair-after-george-michael-hair-treatment

Please ignore my lack of make-up and focus on my gorgeous hair!

Jessie Martinez might just be my new best friend.

I stopped by Costco on my way home and battled the Father’s Day shoppers to pick up my favorite cheap wine -only the best for my friends- and returned home to  a clean house (best birthday present ever) and our Happy Birthday sign on the wall. (We have a Happy Birthday sign that I hang for everyone’s birthday every year, but mentioned last year that it never gets hung for me.) I’m not sure what made my heart sing more – the freshly vacuumed carpet or the sign, but the combination made me so happy that I didn’t even get crabby when I saw the dust rag carelessly left in the corner on the living room. (Isn’t that what you do when you’re done dusting – just drop the dust rag at the bottom of the last thing dusted?)

I made fried olives, a recipe that I found here, and have been wanting to try for a year. They did not disappoint. I set up for the party, put on a dress that I haven’t been able to fit into for years, and welcomed my closest friends into my home.

Fired-olives

Mmmm fried olives – delish!

The men went into one room and the women went into another. We drank wine. We laughed. We ate a lot of cheese. My friend Arlyne baked me a carrot cake from scratch. It was heavenly.

As birthdays go, it wasn’t anything grand, but it was quite wonderful.

Every day should be filled with recognizing the joy of simple pleasures…

Shirking off early-morning productivity to “catch up” on Facebook.

Feeling strong (albeit vomity) after a hard workout.

Taking the time to pamper oneself.

Reveling in the serene beauty of a clean house.

Enjoying time spent with close friends.

Indulging (okay, over-indulging) in wine and cheese.

The first day of my 49th year? No, it may not have been grand, but it was a damn fine day indeed.

9 Responses to “The First Day of my 49th Year”

  1. armyofangels2013 June 18, 2014 at 7:36 am #

    You wrote a picture of “self-care” that I desperately needed to read;-) Happy birthday! I, too, will be starting my 49th year of life this month…hoping also, for a “damn fine day”

  2. misslaurel June 18, 2014 at 8:01 am #

    Great start to a great year. Curious. … what are you reading?

    • charleneaross June 18, 2014 at 9:47 am #

      I just started Looking for Alaska by John Green. Loving it! (In fact Laurel, you’ve inspired me to add a link!) :)

  3. My Inner Chick June 18, 2014 at 8:13 am #

    49 looks damn good, Charlene.
    A beginning of a transformative, beautiful year.
    Your hair looks gorgeous! xx LOVE!

  4. mindy June 18, 2014 at 1:39 pm #

    Happy Birthday, Charlene! :)

  5. Susan June 18, 2014 at 1:42 pm #

    Sounds lovely.
    I know you had a great Birthday.

  6. Rina June 18, 2014 at 9:36 pm #

    Happy birthday Charlene! So happy you got treated and pampered and loved and heard!

  7. Kim Tracy Prince (@kimtracyprince) June 20, 2014 at 9:01 pm #

    Love it! What a perfect day! Sorry I missed it but so glad I got you into #fabchat!

  8. juliecgardner June 21, 2014 at 11:26 am #

    You are beautiful without makeup.
    And a damn fine friend.

    Happy 49th year to you.
    I’ll be there for your 50th for sure, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves…
    XO

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