I went to my church Christmas Fair on Saturday and chatted to a friend who was on face painting duty.
Want your face painted? she joked.
No thanks, I laughed.
Then I remembered my 101/1001 task to say yes to new experiences…and here is the result:
(I’m also doing my bit for Movember)
And yes, shocking as it is, I have lived fifty years without ever having my face painted. How about you?
I am a little fat. I like food; what can I say? I have dull hair: mousey. I don’t wear much make-up and have no need of a dressing table. If I look like a bag lady, I chose my own clothes. If I look nice, the Hub picked them for me. Despite all this, I am a little vain. This photograph is from 2003. I had to go back that far to find one of me that I liked. But I don’t really care: my husband still thinks I’m beautiful and if he doesn’t, he loves me enough to lie about it. I’m lucky. I have two boys. They never lie to me. Still, you can't have everything.
The Laughing Housewife 
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