Close your eyes and imagine a paradise. (I mean theoretically of coarse. If you closed your eyes now you might not get the point as to why I made that request.) Imagine a women's paradise. What does it consist of? Is there the perfect outfit strung out on a dummy; an outfit that you have been looking for for years? Are there places to do hair, nails? Are there boys? Are there shoes and messages? But the one thing that you could passable not imagine, something that doesn't even fit within your realm of imagination, is that it would all be... F.R.E.E.
That's right, I have experienced a true paradise, that I may have to put somewhere in my list of fond memories among Disneyland. For two days I worked the Women's expo at UVU. The first day I came back and could not believe what I saw in the mirror. The changes had been so gradual. I had been from booth to booth to booth. Not taking in the significance of it all. But I saw a girl whose neck could move without pain and who knew exactly why it had been in pain. I saw a girl a younger skin, (thanks to NuSkin and you!) and red sparkly strands of hair. In short the one thing that I had spent money on, a nickle free necklace that I have been searching for for 6 months, was only the icing on the Women's Expo cake.
My roommates noticed, they noticed in a big way. When I reported that I had signed us up for what that mysterious world of "Sparkle Toes" calls a Shoe party, and that I would get a free pair of shoes because of it, they all bravely volunteered to go the next day. I had taught them how to get half an hour of free messages, free cookies, candies and ice cream; where to go for a complete makeover, hair, nails, makeup; and how to get free baseball tickets, hair colorings and t-shirts. But when they heard they had to pay five dollars to get in that all was not worth it. And I totally understand. I mean come on, all of that so does not add up to a five dollar value at all....*ahem*
On the second day I went home with my hair straightened, my back all but healed and lookin' pretty dang hot if I can believe the wolf calls, the creeps on the bus and the popping of my friends eyes. A whole NuMe, a whole NuWorld, a whole NuLife!
Who cares if I was brainwashed? Or if I can't even spell Nu anymore because the company has told me that I need their kind of new to be really up-to-date. I'm real pretty! Just liek a woman should be.
You may feel like this is some fairly-land, unaware of what it really looks like, or if it really is there. Like when a child comes into the house all muddied up in the middle of summer. The mud didn't come from anywhere that you know about, but you have to believe in it. So believe in the Women's Expo. Believe that I will now work on keeping its lovely memory alive.
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