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The Colors, The Colors...
Jul. 14th, 2012 11:47 pmI told myself I wanted to go to bed early. And then my body and brain both asked "Why? The Comcast guy with the brand new modem isn't coming until between ten and noon, probably closer to noon, and husband won't be home from that concert until well after midnight. Take your medications, relax, write a short story, read a book, watch Futurama, pamper your skin, try to urge Rose again to hang out on the new couch, enjoy yourself. Besides, you went to Wendy's at five and bought a Son Of Baconator burger and technically it's still being digested since it was the only thing you ate since brunch's handmade pumpkin gnocci. So relax."
So, I am relaxing, medicated and meditated and stretched out, and not caring - yet - that the anorexic scar in my brain is trying to bleed open. Body image, eh. I know I'm pretty, shut up, scar.
Feeling much, much better. Not feeling even slightly dead at all, so nobody needs to call Miracle Max.
Time to play with makeup!
(Nars Lipstick in Flamenco, 100 Percent Pure Satin Eyeshadow in Bora Bora, Lauren Brooke Creme Concealer in Warm Light, Rimmel Volume Accelerator Mascara in Extreme Black.)
Paintings in the background include a fireplace painted by my father and a bunch of minimalist impressionist art painted by my husband (the entire upstairs is completelty covered in artwork, plus husband painted a giant nature mural on the walls and doors).
Everything is art. Yay, art!
Oh, right, the couch. I should mention the couch. We got our couch delivered today, after ordering it over the July 4th holiday. It's coffee micro-suede and comes with a chaise longue and an ottoman. It kind of takes up half the living room right now. We must re-arrange stuff. When I took this photo with my phone, I was standing as far against the other side of the room as possible, and I couldn't get all of the couch in. Our house is very small.
So, I am relaxing, medicated and meditated and stretched out, and not caring - yet - that the anorexic scar in my brain is trying to bleed open. Body image, eh. I know I'm pretty, shut up, scar.
Feeling much, much better. Not feeling even slightly dead at all, so nobody needs to call Miracle Max.
Time to play with makeup!
(Nars Lipstick in Flamenco, 100 Percent Pure Satin Eyeshadow in Bora Bora, Lauren Brooke Creme Concealer in Warm Light, Rimmel Volume Accelerator Mascara in Extreme Black.)
Paintings in the background include a fireplace painted by my father and a bunch of minimalist impressionist art painted by my husband (the entire upstairs is completelty covered in artwork, plus husband painted a giant nature mural on the walls and doors).
Everything is art. Yay, art!
Oh, right, the couch. I should mention the couch. We got our couch delivered today, after ordering it over the July 4th holiday. It's coffee micro-suede and comes with a chaise longue and an ottoman. It kind of takes up half the living room right now. We must re-arrange stuff. When I took this photo with my phone, I was standing as far against the other side of the room as possible, and I couldn't get all of the couch in. Our house is very small.
