My hairdresser refused to cut my hair short. She told me she preferred it to be long. I think it's a nicer way of her telling me short hairstyle doesn't suit me. So I asked her to just cut a style that suits me. The new hairdo looks a little like the one I liked (albeit much longer) IF I apply wax/clay/whatever to style it. I knew my old hairdo was awful but didn't know it was quite that hideous until I had compared the before and after photos. (Oh I'm struggling with using my sister's computer which uses Firefox)
No fancy photos till we get back because my sister doesn't have Photoshop and all my files are in UK.
Before
The reason I'm in the pic is because Lavigne refused to go on the stage without me.After
Louisa said I looked weird, Lavigne didn't seem to notice that I had huge clumps of hair chopped off and my third sis commented the haircut is not nice. But I quite like it. At least it no longer looks bulky and 'chi-ba-boom'.
After my haircut, I came home to take pictures for my new passport (not the one above). To my great horror, I realised I'd aged considerably. Those fine lines and crow's feet were very obvious when I saw the photos. The closeups of me looked like I'm in my 40s. I'm sure there are lots of ladies in that age group who look better than me. This past year had definitely taken a toll on me.
Back in UK, I don't look at mirrors that much. Even if I do, there wasn't much sunlight to bounce off my face and the toilet light is not very bright. So I was deluded and complacent all these while. Here in Singapore, I'm more fervent in applying makeup before I go out (since there's always someone around to keep an eye on the girls). With natural light and all, my close encounters with my face had not been pleasant. The awakening call had been the photos. Jean, when's the SK11 'Miracle Water' and masks arriving? I really need to work some miracles on my face now!
After my haircut, I came home to take pictures for my new passport (not the one above). To my great horror, I realised I'd aged considerably. Those fine lines and crow's feet were very obvious when I saw the photos. The closeups of me looked like I'm in my 40s. I'm sure there are lots of ladies in that age group who look better than me. This past year had definitely taken a toll on me.
Back in UK, I don't look at mirrors that much. Even if I do, there wasn't much sunlight to bounce off my face and the toilet light is not very bright. So I was deluded and complacent all these while. Here in Singapore, I'm more fervent in applying makeup before I go out (since there's always someone around to keep an eye on the girls). With natural light and all, my close encounters with my face had not been pleasant. The awakening call had been the photos. Jean, when's the SK11 'Miracle Water' and masks arriving? I really need to work some miracles on my face now!
3 comments:
I like it! I think it's nice!
Look at the girls shed their winter, puffy coats for slinky tanks and cute, short bottoms? Are they loving it?
Thank you thank you! You know the first or second day, Lavigne insisted on wearing her socks and shoes PLUS her winter coat! Faint!
Yes, they like it here. But Lavigne's hair is perpetually wet rain or shine. Too bad it's been raining so can't bring them to many places yet.
Hey, don't complain, lah. I'm 40, and yah, the skin sure succumbs to gravity like never before!!! Yikes!
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