Of course not, I’m a journalist … Every single word I’ve ever said/written about a celebrity is 100% true. Well, I’ve never been sued by anyone, so it must have been. OK, there was that one time with the muso and the Russian and the not-actually-his love child, but she’d signed an affidavit, how was I to know she was shagging someone else who’d told her he’d had the snip but hadn’t … Anyway, this blog isn’t about my surfeit/lack of professional moral fibre, it’s about massaging the truth when it comes to my “gravatar”. A gravatar is a little headshot that pops up when you make comments on the internet. Mine is ooooh, at least three years old. Maybe more. If you blow it up, my wrinkles are pretty impressive. But when it’s just a thumbnail I look great (check it out at the bottom of all my blog posts). My hair is especially fab in my gravatar – I showed it to my hairdresser this morning as inspiration for my new look. Before I went to the hairdresser I looked like this:
Now I look like the pic at the top of the blog.
Not exactly what I planned, but an improvement, no? Well, except for the wrinkles around my eyes, but the hairdresser couldn’t do much about those. It’ll look even better after I wash it in the morning. And just wait ’til you see me with my Kamahl tan (pics to come on Monday).
But what I really wish I still looked like is this …
Spaghetti strap top, no bra, pert boobs, smooth skin, silky hair, bloke other than my husband touching me … sigh, those were the days. And did I appreciate them at the time? No, I did not.
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Jinx! I was just thinking this arvo about how one of my next posts would have to be about how much I hate ageing. I like how I’ve grown emotionally and intellectually etc but I hate all the physical manifestations of age. SOOOOOOOO conscious of the fact that my facebook profile pic these days is usually one of the oodles of gorgeous photos of my children because I can’t bear to look at most of the pictures that are taken of me these days. Sometimes, if my head is tilted a certain way or if the lighting is flattering, i’ll desist from hitting ‘delete’. Mostly the delete button gets a good workout though. My husband can’t stand how much I obsess about ageing. He’s much better at accepting the ageing process.
If I had the cash, I’d definitely get my eye bags done. The last few years have not been kind.
Cash, schmash! Do it if you want to. I’m hopeless at spending money on myself but I love to see other people spend theirs on things that I secretly wish I could. My mother-in-law had quite droopy upper eyelids and she had them done and she’s the least vain person I’ve ever met!
And when I say “do it if you want to”, I don’t mean for a minute that you should!
Wow, can’t wait to see you tomorrow. With your new tan you are going to look very glam :-)))
love the hair and you know what, you look just as amazing now — just with some more life experience and two gorgeous daughters and a few character lines 🙂
You can still look like that. All you need is a good surgeon and some cash OR spend a fortune on cosmetics, gym memberships, exercise gear, Spanx underwear, hairdressers and push up bras.
A fresh new look – I like it!! A change is a good revitalizing tonic.
Best everyday ‘natural look’ fake tan is one suggested to me by my pharmacist girlfriend ( she’s tried them all including the expensive ones) Ambre Solaire BronzeUp from Coles or Woolies …a $10 bargain
Hope the Birthday girl has a lovely party. No doubt mum has made some fab clever little food treats!!!