
I'm kind of big lately, yes. But today, I've got this shiny lovely self image. It's rare, and it felt worth blogging about.
I'm even breaking out pretty badly on my chin. None the less, I put some color correcting powder and some foundation on, and I feel pretty.
I'm just wearing worn jeans and a haynes t-shirt. New sandals.
Some eye make-up
and I feel pretty. Like a young, care-free, lovely girl.
I think maybe it's the perfume. My day is wrapped in orange blossoms.
I've found I really like perfume. Part of this cosmetic-kick I'm on.
I actually recommend it - I suspect the lovely smells might curb appetite.
Who wants to ruin the scent of orange blossom with something like reheated cow flesh?