Here is my favorite new summer do.
Yes, my eyeliner tends to be a little exaggerated. I like to use black liquid eyeliner and make that little swoop with the tip of the brush while finishing the stroke. Its a little “catwomanish.” I am not sorry. Want to know my favorite thing about liquid eyeliner? It stays on until you take it off. I am being dead serious, folks. Its still perfectly applied in the morning after I’ve berried my face in a pillow all night. I admire that quality in an eyeliner.
Here is another pic of the do. I thought you might appreciate my mad French braiding skills in sepia tone. You should have seen what sepia did for my sun spots. Let’s just say I like that little brush tool in iPhoto. “NEVER use sunscreen! In fact use this specially made No-Ad tanning oil! It has carrot juice in it to give your skin an instant glow!” That was a quote from my mom. We have inherited easily tanned olive skin from our Italian side of the family. The summer was meant for lathering up with baby oil and getting as tan as you can possibly get. Unfortunately, this is the year that I will start using sunscreen. It goes against my family values but is a necessary evil.
This is me laughing at the thought of Michael walking in on me taking pictures of myself through the bathroom mirror with my phone. The summer dress I am wearing actually has little wooden beads that look like a necklace and it ties around your neck. I found it at Target being sold as a bathing suit cover-up for $15.00. I am not kidding. I love it. It’s a dress to me and I’ll wear it wherever I please.
This is hanging on my bathroom wall. I saw this original art work in the Louvre when my mom and I were visiting France after I graduated from college. Its called Gabrielle d’Estreés et Une de Ses Soeurs. The woman on the left was Gabrielle, a mistriss of King Henri IV. As soon as I saw this portrait I loved it. I was THRILLED to find it in a calendar in the Louvre’s gift shop. When I bought my house and Michael renovated the bathroom, I immediately framed this ripped-out calendar page and hung it on the wall. I actually thought about taking it down for the home visit with our social worker during the home study for the adoption. But then I thought better of it. She should see me for who I am.
What does this say about me? Who wouldn’t love this portrait? Is it just me?
Thanks for listening.