a selfie for no real reason other than i thought it might be fun to try on my new lipstick and channel my inner francesca {minus the nudy part} and show you how i look these days: it's less about eye makeup, less to do with hair, more to do with bushy eyebrows and watering my own grass and thinking it silly that it would be greener on the other side. to hell with the perm i've wanted since grade school. and i quite like it because i've been early to bed, early to rise, working like the devil, and wildly enjoying the everyday with things like cooking dinner for eggboy and having a jam on toast in a silent morning while everyone else sleeps. no primping or wild parties necessary.

is this what being an oldbody is?

happy march, everybody!