Yesterday, I missed an old tartan dress I used to have and I kind of wanted to wear tartan clothing for some weird reason, preferably though, a trouser suit.
Today I wanted to wear green velveteen or something similar; today was a sort of extra glamorous day for me where I wanted to make more effort with myself, but I kind of also wanted to be a pixie as strange as that sounds.
Usually I try to weight myself on Thursdays, but I got my days mixed up and did it today to find I have lost another four pounds in weight – that’s made exactly 9 pounds and 4 ounce weight loss in three weeks, despite online saying I’d only lose two pounds a week on average.
The face yoga is doing my face a treat, I can tell you, there is a noticeable difference in my face, and I feel I am getting prettier, but there you go; my eyebrows still have issues, I have a sense I should leave them alone as I feel like whenever I touch them I make them worse!
My new moisturiser burned me a little the other day and it makes me look like I have acne, but it’s not, it’s just little spots that came up with the reaction around my chin, there’s about five, my pores bled! That’s the thing with me; I have very sensitive skin I have to be cautious with new products. I am severely allergic to two thirds of all depilatory creams; the reaction is so bad I break out in huge grape sized hives all over my body within a minute that takes two weeks to fade! So I have to pluck or shave or sugar wax instead.
Shaving isn’t ideal because I get goose bumps easily, whenever I am touched, so I tend to get a lot of nicks.
Before our financial crisis I used to lay back and read a book whilst Henry plucked the hairs out of my legs individually with tweezers, I paid him £3 per leg, he loved the job. Weird kid! Though it was oddly relaxing for me and I got a lot of reading done back then!
Henry was so duty oriented when we had the money, he was often getting chores for lots of other things around the house and paid per chore, he was clocking up an average of £8 a week from me alone – that’s without his regular £3.50 from his dad which was just a given!
I tried to instil an excellent work ethic in that boy, but since we’re not paying him anymore, he has become rebellious about most chores!
I suppose you get your money’s worth.
Though when I can afford a little I still say to him “Henry, fancy cleaning the bath for 50p”? And he is up there like a shot and doing it happily!
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