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January 2011 is a big month for me. 

Huntley & Co. celebrates its fifth year, mon amour and I mark our 1-year anniversary, and [gulp] I turn the big 4-0! 

I’m more excited than anxious about this milestone.  I actually like getting older, believe it or not.  With every year

I feel stronger, more in control, more the woman I am meant to be.  But just because I like getting older doesn’t

mean I like feeling older.  And it’s tough not to when one’s birthday is in January.  Without a ten-day respite in

Bora Bora or a major cosmetic overhaul, it’s pretty difficult to look good this time of year.  So this next week I’m

going to do a little cleansing, running, scrubbing and shopping to whittle away some of time’s and winter’s ill-effects. 

Hopefully by 01/05 I’ll realize that I’m not getting older, I’m getting better!

 

 

 

 

 

 

The last thing I want to do in the winter is workout.  But luckily DC is sans snow right

now, so I can hit my favorite parks with Nina, get some fresh air and burn a few calories. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What I don’t burn off, I’ll scrub off.  Not really, but polishing the bod couldn’t hurt.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My ethnic heritage is Norwegian, German, English and Irish – the European jackpot for

pale skin.  Because of my fairness, I’ve avoided sun worship for the last twenty years.  It’s made

a huge difference in my skin, but come January I’m as pale as a ghost.  Thank goodness for

spray tans.  This is a great pick-me-up for winter or any time of year if you avoid the sun like I do. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

None of the above would make a bit of difference without a trip to the salon.

Hair can make or break a look (unless you’re Natalie Portman) and I’m

terribly overdue for a cut and highlight.  Brennan, get your a– back from vacation!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I could use a real vitamin boost – for color, energy, etc. – so I’m considering going

hardcore and downing a wheatgrass shot every day for the next week.  I have a pretty weak

constitution, so it could get ugly.  Worth it?  We’ll see.  If I can’t stomach the wheatgrass

shots, I do have Jillian Michaels’ Detox & Cleanse system.  Pills seem a lot more palatable. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If I do manage to choke down aforementioned wheatgrass shots (bleh!), I think

I deserve a little something pretty.  I spotted these dresses at Barney’s Co-op

in Georgetown last week.  Perfect for a romantic birthday dinner with Le Beau.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After Barney’s I can head over to Bluemercury and pick up a couple of

products to improve my pout.  My lips are chapped and cracked from the

dry winter air.  And a little color on my lips is always a good thing.  After all ….   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I expect 40 birthday kisses!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tricia xo 

 

Happy birthday to all my fellow Capricorns!

 

 

 

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