I’ve spent the last week living like a complete hermit whilst I had a cold. Every single year I remind myself, ‘It’s only a cold, get a grip’ and then it completely knocks me for six. Stupid, stupid viral infectious disease. Can you tell I’m bitter?
When I did have to face the world the very bare minimum of makeup was worn; beauty was not on my mind, nor a priority. So it was a treat, now I’m on the mend, to take some time out this weekend and you know, brush my hair and act like a functioning adult. I painted my nails, I spent more than 5 minutes doing my makeup and I began to resemble a human being again. Hu-rrah. I don’t wear a lot of makeup but boy did it make me feel better to wear lipstick and a spritz of perfume after looking and feeling like death all week.