It happens to me once in a while. It normally takes a few months before I realised it but it’s already too late. I slacked! I slowly stopped caring. Suddenly I see neglected hair that could confuses a bird looking for his nest, badly plucked eyebrows luckely hidden under too long bangs, racoon eyes without concealer, sand paper skin, etc. And lets not forget the mismatched bras and panties, the fact that I don’t iron my clothes anymore and that I have holes in most of my socks. You know there is a problem when I’m worrying about getting hit by a bus. Not for medical reasons but because I fear the paramedics expression when they see how negelected I am!!! Baby, it’s makeover time! First stop: the hair stylist for a simple and sleek haircut. Let’s face it, I don’t fancy myself with an Amy Winehouse beehive ;)
Note: This is the "simplicity" photo that I will send to my swap partner.