What amazes me is the power lipstick has to transform my face. I have no makeup on at all other than lipstick but I look as though I do. That's quite low maintenance and I like that! That weird streak in my hair on the side is not really there. Or at least I don't think it is because it was not deliberately put there. It is some sort of lighting freak thing.
The weird flips in my hair is just what it does if I don't pay attention when it's wet. Sometimes I like them and sometimes I don't. I also decided I didn't like all of these necklaces. Too much. It doesn't take much to look like too much on me.
The whole outfit features a new-to-me skirt. The skirt is a really heavy linen and it's very well made. The colour is a denim blue for faded indigo that I love. With the cardigan on I can get away with my shirt tucked in, but without it I look a bit lumpy and thick. I like the shirt untucked better but it got wrinkled when I tried it tucked in and I didn't want to steam out the wrinkles, I just wanted to get out the door and get one with things.
Here is what untucked looks like. Which is your preference? I must admit I find untucked much more comfortable. This is a better necklace too.
My lips, shoes and bag all match which was not actually deliberate. They just happen to be colours I love. It's not the done thing right now to match shoes and bag. Apparently it looks dated and I suppose it does since it is what I was taught to do way back when dinosaurs roamed the streets. Now only people under thirty can get away with it. On those under thirty it looks young and fresh because on those under thirty everything looks young and fresh. I say FUDGSICLE to that. I need your eye to be distracted from the monoliths of matronly boobage and look at my shoes, bag and lips instead.
The weather is gorgeous and sunny, though it's still cold in the mornings. I am better acclimated to autumn weather now and can manage bare legs, whereas a couple of weeks ago I was putting on tights.
Okay, we are finished with me now and will admire Miss Matty as she lolls about with her toys and her favourite hair brush.
That's okay though. Matty and I like imperfections. Unless they are the wrong colour on the walls and then we are intolerant.
My home is nearly put back together after the paint job, though most of my books are still stored in the spare bedroom and I've not hung any art yet. I am aiming to get some actual bookshelves but here is a wee tour of what was newly painted. I also had the bathroom done, but no pictures of that at the moment. It is much better now that it is not bright yellow.
Cat toys make it look like I have a toddler living here.
That hideous kitchen floor even seems more tolerable with the new neutral walls. It's downgraded from hideous to ugly.
It seems to me that the colours inside my home now tie in perfectly with the colours I see through the windows. This harmony is pleasing and soothing to me. Okay-maybe not the purple, but most colours, anyhow.
Here's a little peek at a corner of my balcony showing a bit of autumnal colour in a potted Japanese Maple.
For those who wish to know...
The lips are Revlon Super Lustrous in Rum Raisin
The walls are Cloverdale Paint doing Benjamin Moore's Ballet White
I made it to some blogs today before I was occupied by a chatting stranger in the cafe. New cafe, more blogs tomorrow. I'm living it up while I have a few days of feeling okay.