Sam really wanted to try on aunt Ray-ray’s new pink lipstick.
All newborns look like grumpy old men (her skin is unbelievably soft and she squeaks and her tiny feet are miraculous).
I shamelessly use the cheesy photo editing app on my phone, because I do what I want (but I feel silly taking pictures of myself, and I’m still not used to seeing my natural hair color and having cold ears).
GPOY “grumpily doing homework and grad school research and drinking coffee in the evening because getting out of bed before 3pm proved to be an insurmountable task so this is technically late morning for me, and i was doing so well at going to bed at 11pm and getting up at 9:30am the past few days but it looks like that routine is shot to hell again” Edition.
but i have my softest warmest oversized rust-coloured cardigan (that sort of matches my hair and makes me blend in to the brick wall), and copper-rimmed glasses, and my silver cameo ring, and two post cards from japan stuck between the pages of my planner that make me smile whenever i look at them because they are from the boy when he was there last month, and coconut milk in my latte and my favorite big table in the corner of the coffee shop to sprawl notebooks and music scores and too many pens across, and only one more week at my job.
so there’s that.
1.18.12 hair cut. I think I’m going to ask the hair stylist to trim it just a wee bit shorter at the nape and the layers around my ears so that the curls “stack” more and I don’t have to tuck little fluffy layers behind my ears. Simple fix. I love it!
P.S. I can’t figure out how to upload multiple pics in one post on my phone. Hrm.
GPOY John Rutter Gloria edition.
… my bad
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