I’m terrible at hair and make up. I never learnt to be properly girlie. So when I do randomly better than usual with mascara and lipstain and go out excited, then remember that I’m the only one who’ll get it and come home bored, I stand in front of the bathroom mirror and take a photograph to prove it really happened.
It’s entirely self indulgent, of course, but the light in there and the crazy yellow walls make for the best little grainy pix.
PS. I don’t smile. Ever. I’m very solemn. I’m right up there with Posh Spice in poutitude.
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i am a make up queen(hey, i manage to make my oriento-eyes look like they actually exist, so that means i’m allowed a royalty tag)
I could teach you a thing or two about a thing or two..
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Yes, that’s why threesmallapples.com is going to have a beauty agony aunt column.
PS — your eyes are not allowed to be oriento in this country. They are asian, as though you’re from India or thereabouts. How confusing!
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