I have a primping poll for you gals.
So, when I was growing up, Carol, my mother would just about lose her MIND if I brought my hairbrush, barrettes or hair products into the kitchen. While I wouldn’t pull a Marcia Brady and brush my mane 1,000 times while I eat, a little primping in the same place where food is prepared/consumed just doesn’t really bother me. And now, my lifestyle totally freaks Carol out. Not only do I blow out my hair mere feet from where I eat on my couch (I live in a stu-stu-studio, EVERYTHING is pretty much done in the same room), my beauty writer vocation means I wind up eating about a 1/4 of my meals while I’m getting a hair treatment done at events. Read: I’m frequently noshing on a piece of watermelon topped with goat cheese while simultaneously having a trim. This is perfectly fine with me, but Carol would DRY heave if she were to find out (don’t tell her).
On a related note, my FATHER is grossed out beyond belief by the smell of nail polish. I had to wait until he wasn’t home to do my nails even in my room with the door shut, windows open, on another FLOOR. I’d have to flush used nail-polish-remover-soaked cotton balls so they wouldn’t stink up the trash can. My theory that men loathe the smell of nail parapherna(i)lia has never been disproven. Have you met a man who is okay with that scent? Save maybe, for one who works at a nail salon?
What say you? Are you totes grossed out by a little touching up in your dining/food prep area? Or are you fine with it as, I, a total heathen in Carol’s opinion, am? Tell me in the comments.