So, is my big, bespectacled face what you were hoping to see first thing in the morning as you sipped your tea and checked your feed reader? Heh. I suspect not. I’m just doing what any girl would do at 11:30 at night when the rest of the house is asleep – putting on lipstick and sunglasses and posing for self-portraits! It’s (almost) Self Portrait Thursday, you know. I love how the dark coral of my lipstick looks against the olive green of my tank top strap – those colors are lovely together. I totally planned that.
Ok, no I didn’t. So, what do you think of my honkin’ shades? I resisted the trend toward behemoth sunglasses as long as I could, but every time I’d see a picture of myself in my old sunglasses, I realized they just didn’t look as good on me as I’d thought. I always think “lookin’ good, chickie!” as I dash past the mirror on my way out the door, pausing just long enough to give myself one of my well-practiced double-chin-minimizing poses. The last straw with the old glasses was my picture with Granny this weekend. I look at her and think, “isn’t she just the cutest thing?” and for me, all I have is, “Dude, what’s with the glasses? And those teeth? Seriously, didn’t Mom & Dad spend a few grand they didn’t have on braces for you? Couldn’t you have avoided losing your retainer for just one more year? What were you thinking? Unappreciative brat.” Not much I can do about my two crooked front teeth at this point, but the glasses are within my control.
So now I’m hiding half of my face in these Isaac Mizrahi shades from Tar-jay, and I think the best part is that it doesn’t matter when I last had my eyebrows waxed. I could have scraggly caterpillars of doom crawling around up there, and nobody would be the wiser. These sunglasses could end up saving me $12/month on wax-related expenses…
I wish I’d thought to crack open a Mike’s Hard Lime earlier this evening. (That might have made camera time even more entertaining. Topless Self Portrait Thursday, anyone?) Instead, I was sipping my old standby Dr. Pepper until about 10:30, when I remembered the caffeine. I never thought caffeine had any effect on me, until this month. I was sleeping so poorly, not falling asleep until well after 2:00 many nights, and then it suddenly stopped, and I was sleeping well, and all was happy. It just so happened it was the same week I had run out of Dr. Pepper and was too
lazy busy to get to the store for more. Now I’m restocked and back to having sleep problems. As much as I hate to, I think I have to draw the conclusion that caffeine after supper time is a bad idea for me. Bummer.
I have yapped for 30 minutes here and must now face my dilemma. Do I go upstairs and try to go to sleep only to toss and turn for the next hour (at least)? Or do I stay down here, reading blogs until I can no longer focus and just conk out on the couch? The smart choice would be the upstairs one. I have to get a child to the bus stop tomorrow morning – the new fall routine begins!
Maybe I’ll just stay down here and play with the camera some more. I bought some black nail polish the other day, and I’m sure what the world needs now is more pictures of my feet…