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Indulge in self-gifting for a happier you

Le 15 octobre 2016, 08:39 dans Beauté 0

Thanks to our extremely busy schedule, we usually miss out on a lot of family time. Though most of our special moments might make it to social networking sites, it's not very often that we spend time with ourselves. While, 'me' time seems to be a luxury for most of us, it is extremely important toinvest in yourself. Self-gifting, as we may call it, is the best way for a happier you, and here are a few things that will help you fall in love with yourself all over again...

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A fitter you

Staying fit, by far, is the most common life-goal these days. "From experimenting with several diet plans to workout patters to suit our time, we all try our best to make time for fitness in order to achieve our goal to be healthy," says Sushmita Sathe, a nutritionist. If you always try to find a fitter you while looking in the mirror, then this is the right time. Gift yourself a fitter you by joining a fun workout or getting into a healthy lifestyle habit or simply buying yourself a gym membership. "Make sure your workouts are fun, so that you look forward to them. There's no bigger gift than fitness, and starting today is the right thing to do," she adds.

Gift yourself a holiday

If you have been working very hard for the past couple of months and are striving for that impending promotion or a great appraisal, snap out of this busy mood and go out on a short holiday. This will help you unwind and rejuvenate. "A holiday is the best detox, it helps you bounce back to life with new vigour. Take out that trolley bag that's been gathering dust for a while now and set out for an unknown destination," says Neerja Sootha, a counsellor. Fall in love with the place and come back feeling refreshed and energetic, to tackle the upcoming challenges.

A stress-free massage session

There's no better way of loving yourself than pampering. Reserve an appointment at a luxurious spa and head to a relaxing massage session. Go for a full body massage with a rejuvenating facial — you're sure to feel loved and pampered as the masseur slowly caresses your hair, relieves your back pain and gives you a foot reflexology while you take that soothing nap in a dimly-lit room. Nothing like soaking in a destressing massage after a really tiring day.

A long-pending makeover

"Makeovers are not only an ingredient of post-breakup recipe, they are a way to make you feel novel and make heads turn with your newfound mojo," says stylist Arpita Rohira. You have a couple of sexy new mint green prom dresses waiting in your wardrobe, but your present look doesn't really go with them. Go ahead, book a salon appointment and get a fancy haircut, and some really cool nail art done. Buy some funky accessories to go with the dresses, and gift yourself a new you. And the best part is, this gift lasts for more than a day, and you can keep flaunting your makeover every time you go out.

Invest in your future

Self-gifting isn't always about buying new clothes, jewellry or that new smartphone. It's about making yourself feel special. And, nothing is more important than having a secure future. Be it anything — a hefty life insurance policy, a new home, mutual funds with good returns or some precious jewellery — love yourself by investing in your future.

Buy yourself a present

What's wrong in buying a gift for yourself? Do it like this — buy yourself a gift, post it for delivery and make sure you receive it when home. It would be so exciting to find


someone waiting at your door with a fancily-wrapped gift!

Ryan Serhant and Emilia Bechrakis’ wedding

Le 14 octobre 2016, 08:43 dans Beauté 0

On the final episode of the four-part Million Dollar Listing New York special tonight, we finally get to see Ryan Serhant and Emilia Bechrakis’s stunning Greek wedding.

Ryan and Emilia tie the knot in a stunning wedding ceremony on the Million Dollar Listing New York special

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But the footage of the big day only comes after a serious dose of drama as the couple make their final preparations ahead of tying the knot.

Just two days from the wedding, the church they’re planning to get married in phones them up with some seriously bad news — it’s double booked!

Emilia is close to despair, and tells wedding planner Kevin Lee: “Everything is going wrong!”

But when Kevin tells her he’s looking at another church, she says: “No. No, No, No, No, No, No, No! How is that even a possibility? How is that even an option at this point?”

And she totally flips out when he tells her to calm down. She says: “I can’t calm down! It needs to be figured out now!”

And it’s left to Emilia to sort it out because Ryan has gone walkabout on a secret mission on the other side of the island.


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I found the last dress my mother wore

Le 13 octobre 2016, 09:01 dans Beauté 0

On a recent afternoon, after weeks of putting it off, I opened the door to the overstuffed closet in our guest room, ready to clear out its excesses.

I was stopped in my tracks.

Hanging in front of me was a pink mint green prom dresses on a satin hanger. And, instantly, I was in the grip of memory's power.

This was not just any dress.

It had to be pink. My mother had decided the last dress she would buy on this earth was going to be in her lifelong favorite color.

And not just any pink. Mom had decided, when there were no more options in her oncologist's armamentarium, that she would buy a pink dress with distinct character.

"Not one of those boring pale pinks," she had proclaimed. Not for this 97-year-old who always had a weakness for fashion. "I want an occasion dress."

And, indeed, there was an occasion in the offing in about eight weeks: the bat mitzvah of Mom's first great-grandchild, the adored Hannah.

"I'll be there," she told me. "And I'll find that dress." This 100-pound warrior was going in style.

I blinked, swallowed hard, and said I understood.

I also understood that after months of battling lymphoma, Mom had extremely limited energy. But not too limited, she made clear, to shop at her favorite haunts.

It wasn't easy. My mother was blessed - and possibly cursed - by being proud. She railed at the idea of a cane, hated to bother family members for transportation, and took Philadelphia city buses any time she could.

But for this pink-dress search, she agreed I could be her driver. In exchange, I was often handed homemade chicken soup, a brisket, and my absolute passion - Mom's noodle pudding.

So it came to pass that I drove not Miss Daisy, but Ms. Lillian Abrams, to stores of which she approved.

The list was not long. Department stores and select discount stores could be trusted, she believed. Private little shops? Not so much, because of sales pressure.

Let me cut to the chase - and it was one. Mom and I both knew the clock was ticking, her strength was waning, and Hannah's bat mitzvah was fast approaching.

"I'm looking for a pink occasion dress," she would tell any salesperson who could be found in today's self-help marketplace. Some - especially the younger ones - stared blankly. That term "occasion dress" was unfamiliar, a vestige of the era when most women wore dresses all the time.

"Pink is out of season," many told her as the brisk days of fall were upon us.

There was another issue. The scars of many transfusions and probes were visible on one of Mom's arms. And yet she had decided, quite firmly, that she wanted a dress with short sleeves.

I learned not to argue after I pointed out that concern to my mother, who promptly informed me those battle scars were nobody's business.

Several times we came close to finding an occasion dress. One was even pink. But not the right pink.

And then one afternoon, when I was certainly about to fold, Mom spotted it - a beautiful, assertively pink dress with short sleeves, a fitted bodice, and a certain glamour. I was in the dressing room with her when the moment came. "This is it!" Mom said, as triumphant as I've ever seen her. That dress became a metaphor for her past, present, and brief but shining future.

The news that the store was offering 10 percent off department-wide was the final triumph. Mom definitely loved a bargain.

On the evening of Hannah's bat mitzvah, I went up to my mother's apartment, ready to help her with the finishing touches. She opened the door with a megawatt smile, delighting in her newly styled hair, her best low-heel pumps, her discreet makeup.

At 97, my mother might have been a prom queen, so delighted was she with her pink dress. And in that prom spirit, she had even found a pink silk flower with which to adorn it.

I had to look away for a moment so she wouldn't see my tears. Unsaid, but deeply felt, was that this was remarkable, uncharted mother-daughter territory - Mom's last hurrah, her public goodbye in her last dress.

The lady in pink got to her great-granddaughter's bat mitzvah that October night. And she never stopped smiling.

By December, she was gone.

But that pink dress, after 10 years, remains on its satin hanger in the closet. And there it will stay.

Downstairs, on our den bookcase, there is a photo of my mother in that emerald green prom dresses with the bruises on her arm, reminders of lymphoma's toll.


And I still smile when I remember that they were, after all, "nobody's business."

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