A few weeks ago, I went to the Aveda store to get some facial cleanser.  The woman behind the counter politely greeted me and asked how she could help me.  I told her what I was looking for and asked if she’d recommend anything different than what I had been using for the past 10 years.  And she looked at me and said “You’re a minimalist aren’t you?”

Sure, I was standing in front of her in my fanciest ripped jeans and a fleece, my hair elegantly pulled back in a clip, my sexy un-manicured nails, and the only speck of makeup on my model-like face being concealer trying unsuccessfully to hide my ever-present dark circles.

But I just can’t imagine what she might have meant by that!