….is lost on me. With my night owl ways, I go to bed too late due to blogging or three too many episodes of Law & Order SVU. Every morning is like the movie Ground Hog Day where I repeat the same tardiness-causing acts over and over again.
Too tired and bleary eyed to apply my expensive skincare regimen, I cut three products out of the routine because time is money! Gotta make that 9am meeting! I slap some eyecream on my face (dammit – I thought that was the moisturizer) in the hopes that it will mask the fact that I need 5 more hours of sleep.
I zombie-walk to the closet and reach for the boring work pants I always reach for, that just so happen to be right next to the gorgeous Theory ones with the tags still on. Those Theory gems hang there in all of there woollen glory, often neglected as my sleep-deprived brain never remembers that they are there. Topping off the hastily put-together outfit is a button-down shirt that screams “office drone”. I’m ready and drive off to the office in a narcoleptic haze.
One day, I’ll get 10 hours of sleep a night like Kim Kardashian and be fresh enough to enjoy the getting ready process. I’ll be able to enjoy the 10-step Korean skincare process that goes directly against my lazy North American sensibilities. I’ll be able to peruse my extended perfume collection and layer scents like someone who is time-rich. Maybe I’ll even comb my hair! The luxury!
The thought of accessorizing properly, choosing the perfect shoes to go with the skirt you actually ironed, or to loop a scarf around your neck like a Parisian…which is an art in itself…is so intoxicating, I shed a tear as I glance at myself in the mirror. Sleep Deprived Dom stares back, a frumpy, tired mess.
Until then, I will only dream about the art that is getting ready.