Since the need to get up and go into an office each day has been removed from my equation I wouldn't say my beauty routine has exactly slipped.
Rather, it has braked, skidded and veered amazingly off the nicely polished highway.
Rather, it has braked, skidded and veered amazingly off the nicely polished highway.
Being a bit of a
Sooo... I did the first one.
Here's an example of the daily cosmetic armoury I had to choose from before:
And that's not even all of it.
And before any of that went on my face I used all of these:
I guess you could say I have now pared back somewhat, what with not having to put on the 'morning mask' for a while. I'm sure there's something psychological in there somewhere. And although I still have access to a staggering amount of warpaint, I only now have the inclination, not to mention energy, to reach for these:
With a bitta this first:
God bless the new cheap and cheerful, fuss-free toilette.
Now if you'll excuse me I need to go doll-up and see a machine about a wash.

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