Eyelash curler horror! TGIM :-)

I’ve had a bit of a shock this week, and this is why the TGIF is late – I know I’m often full of excuses, but this one is quite painful to share….

I suppose it was bound to happen one day… I’ve found out I’m too old to use eyelash curlers :-(

It has shook me up more than I thought it would. Y’see the last time I had trouble with my eyelashes was when I singed them all off accidentally fire breathing – and that was a bit of a shocker – more for the aesthetics really cos one eye had some and the other eye didn’t – well the few that remained were frizzy – like mini pubes - I still remember people’s faces as they tried to clock what was wrong with my fizzgog…..

As most of you know I’m naturally gorgeous and so have no need of make-up, so it has been a while since I used these things. I lined myself up in front of the mirror and carefully placed the top lid of lashes in the curlers and slowly squeezed together and discovered a nipping pain which I didn’t remember before, so I loosened my grip and tried again – and again….. anyway, after about the fifth attempt I leaned in closer to the mirror to see whether I could spot where I was going wrong… and discovered I was clamping the baggy skin (sod calling them laughter lines cos I’m not laughing right now!) at the outer edge of my eyelids!

I’ve decided to accept this growing old malarkey with good grace – think it all started last week with Steve’s reminiscing about the olden days white doggy doon the pavements! This week I decided to carry on with the reminiscing for real and surprise (well, it was more of a stun gun approach really – just turning up on their doorsteps) two old neighbours who I grew up with in the days when neighbours popped in and out of each others’ houses, and leaned over the garden fences – and compared whose front step was shiniest!! So I spent a nice Friday afternoon with Mommy Wickles and Nelly – mulling over old times – I even had ‘stera’ milk in my tea at Nelly’s – I’ve been gargling ever since!

Yesterday when the Met Office issued one of it’s new weekly severe weather warnings (y’know the sort – “it’s going to be a bit windy and it might snow a lot too – so don’t go out – especially if you live in Lincolnshire!” warnings, I duly ignored it and piled the old uns into the back of the pink thing, secured the plough onto her grille and drove them (mad) over to Norwich to see Uncle Roger – I was having a laaaaarf!!!! When I accidentally hit a bit of solid slush, it was like having my own personal Met Office spokeswoman in the back seat…. dad fell asleep twice so it couldn’t have been that bad – though you’d have thought I was in the Titanic hitting the icebergs….

I’ve spent today – Easter Monday having one of those therapeutic sort outs – What with digital cameras, Sat Navs, Bluetooth hands free and mobile phones I’ve got USB PC connectors, chargers and car chargers all over the place and have no idea which is which so they all lined up like Cinderalla’s seeing which bit fit where and being labelled thus, with the rest being thrown out…. a very satisfying exercise…. and on that extremely satisfying OCD note….

Bye for now – Happy Ostara :-)

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