I received a pretty sweet makeover this weekend from two very talented young ladies (3 year old Nina and 5 year old Sophie.) I believe you refer to this look as a “Nude” lip. It’s a little understated and a little subtle, but I think they did a good job. There are a few layers of colors on there.
Nina ended the makeover with “Now you look fancy mommy!”
Indeed, I do.
I have reached a blogging milestone. My first SPAM comment.
I feel like it would be clever if I went on to imply that it was one of my family members, but I’m too proud to go on my normal three day tangent.
This was a legit spammer- I deleted them (it wasn’t interesting anyway), but I’m pretty excited. If I have spammers marking me on their radar that has to mean that I’m getting somewhere, right? Either I am going to be on the blogging map or I’m going to marry a blogging Nigerian prince soon. Can you say win, win?! I don’t even know which one I hope it is!
We have 2 daughters. They are girlie girls. Almost as girlie girls as their dad is a manly man. Very princessy and very competitive over the items in our house that contain princess things. This is why yesterday when I walked into the bathroom my husband and I share (the bathroom that has been a sanctuary from the madness) and saw that the towel hook belonging to my husband contained one of the most contested items in the household (a three princess towel)- I had questions.
Questions that ran through my mind:
1) Is it illegal for me to attempt to get a picture of him in the princess towel? Because…kinda funny.
2) Is this a midlife crisis thing because I think he’s doing it wrong? He is doing it wrong, right?
3) Should I invest in larger princess towels?
4) I’m going to need to start a calendar to keep track of who gets their turn with the towel, aren’t I?
I eventually did consult Kerry on this situation. Turns out there was a perfectly reasonable explanation. Apparently our towels were not clean, and this was a laundry emergency. Everyone knows laundry emergencies aren’t a laughing matter. However I still might buy him a tiara for our anniversary.
Question: was there some sort of barbie revolt between the 90s and now where they escaped their packages and threatened our way of life? This is the only way I can justify the amount restraints used to hold them in their boxes. They even sew their hair to the box. Something big went down for that to be necessary. Why didn’t I hear about it?