The face.

Sans rouge a levre et apres sept heures.
Without lipstick and after seven hours.

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C’est le visage!
It’s the face!

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ps: There is glitter but it’s not exactly obvious in the pics. Looks better IRL, actually.

pps: I tried to upload this early (when I first got back from the dinner) but something was wrong with the site/wp/server/database/whatever so I left it as it was. Don’t ask what I’m doing up at an ungodly hour of the wee morning. =.= Bottomline is this: I’m too awake to go back to bed. Heh.

I live for pain.

Background story: Company’s having a Christmas party tonight and the theme is Winter Masquerade. Come in something semi-formal and bring a mask.

I did it again to myself.

You see, I had the brilliant idea of painting my face since I was too lazy to get a mask from anywhere and too much of a cheapskate to fork out moolah for something which I could make or do without. I was only going to use it once so why bother getting something really really fancy?

So about three hours before the event actually starts, I plodded to the upstairs bathroom/shower to get ready. I reckoned it would take me about a good two hours to get things down to pat – face and all. By the time I was done, I had spent only one hour in the blasted oven (no aircon, no ventilation but two windows – go figure!).

What can I do?

I jolly well can’t step out in public with a half-butterfly on my right eye and glitter all over the top of my face. My skin just isn’t thick enough for that kind of action. So I reckoned I had little choice but to brave my trip to the office (it’s just one floor, after all) and run all the way to my workstation, which is, of course, conveniently located right at the end of the corridor, furthest away from the door. Bah.

Just imagine me in a getting-tight cheongsam (ohgawd!), with heels and two bags making my way to my desk.

If it’s any consolation, I didn’t hide my face nor did I run. ^.^

Luckily for me, almost everyone had gone off to primp and powder themselves.

Note to self: Allow self to be late ocassionally (especially in events where one will look embarassed if early) and remember to bring the camera next time.

Oz Hatfest – Part VI

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I have exchanged hats for a very sweet baby jacket in a wonderfully pretty shade of soft green. I even have matching buttons to go with it!

Anyway, it’s just the back piece that you see there and since I’m not under pressure to finish this by tomorrow – the original due date for Oz Hatfest – I can take my sweet time with this. I substituted the original yarn – Baby Cashmerino – with a 100% pure cotton version as per the mum-to-be’s request. After having knit with wool for so long, cotton feels and looks very different – lighter and very much smoother.

On a separate note, I’ll be painting my face tomorrow for a dinner party. Need to be off to pack up the “tools” and get some rest (I slept at midnight last night and woke up at an ungodly hour of 5:30am!!!!).

Being infatuated.

in·fat·u·a·tion (n.)
1. A foolish, unreasoning, or extravagant passion or attraction.
2. An object of extravagant, short-lived passion.

I have been infatuated with someone of lately. Actually, I don’t even know if I should call it an infatuation because I don’t really see a possible outcome in the whole thing. Why? Well, it’s very obvious. He’s happily attached and so am I (although I think Nil is infuriated at the thought of me going cow-eyed over someone else!).

This whole thing is foolish really. I mean it doesn’t and won’t go anywhere plus it’s ultra short-lived. Infatuations remind me of stuff you see in the movies where a little boy has an uber crush on his school teacher and is all shy and everything when he’s around her which people smile, laugh a little and say it’s cute.

Except that I’m not exactly shy, I’m hardly little and it’s not cute.

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Oz Hatfest – Part V

There has been some change in the whole Hatfest thing. Instead of just eleven hats, I’ve decided to send down seven hats, some tea, some baby clothes (yes!) and some coffee candy. My only worry now is just customs. Heh.

Now to start on the baby jacket and shoes to match!