I had great plans of this being a makeup free holiday. But when I was out with the boy yesterday, every time I looked in a plate glass window, this was staring back at me.
I don’t know if it’s my impending dotage breathing on the back of my neck, or the natural state of the white lashed redhead but, without decoration, my fabulously memorable features seem to desert me.
I’m off to Sephora this morning. I’ll nod to the holiday by getting waterproof mascara( for the swimming) and the brightest red I can find for my lips (for the laughing).
Plans are for changing right?