We have the worst lighting in this house. I took a few pictures with my Mac, the light on in the kitchen with the kitchen door swung wide open. Yeah, I must admit that I touched up a few wrinkles here and there. Call me vain. I'm mid-40s, soon to have another birthday, and majorly self conscious about my mug these days. I'm feeling like a 13 year old over again.
Oh do I feel awkward sometimes. How do I dress? What to wear? My body is changing. That dress is too short. Jeans don't fit but I'm not ready for elastic waistbands. That shirt is too young. That blouse is too matronly. I'm too short and getting shorter. Anyone out there hear me knocking?
The choice to put these two photos up is freeing in a way. Little sis will be shocked. Camellia Petunia is 3 years younger and more likely to show her face on line. Then again Little Sis didn't jog on the beach year after year. Or follow the dolphins from the shore watching them bodysurf day after day. Or live in Las Vegas. Or walk all over the French countryside.
Actions all performed sans sunscreen like a big dummy.
Well I didn't quite achieve the look that I was after. My eye make-up is not dark enough and neither are my lips. I'll be giving this another try soon and I promise to share. Although I most likely won't be sharing my wrinkles.