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Toujours Kyle head down
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Pat kenny show
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bump and dog
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me and dee
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Flake
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One of my less successful attempts. I’m supposed to be a doll. My sons asked why did I have a witch on my forehead. If I tried to draw a witch I wouldn’t be able to!!! Still great fun! Oh I’m supposed to be a cracked/broken doll!
His first year in primary and they were told to dress up for Halloween. I might have made this a little too ‘real’ because his teacher got an awful fright. She thought he’d had a bad fall. He loved it!
It’s that time of year! I love dressing up.......... for Halloween perverts!!! Zombie is my favourite thing to do! Every year I convince the kids to be Zombies 🤣🤣. Well stick to what you know is my motto. Do you dress up with your kids or let them off?
On the laptop tonight and I came across this little attempt at a photoshoot. The time is flying. My mother longs for retirement and I keep saying to her.... look how quick the last four years have gone! I don’t even recognize this baby. The boys, yes, but Macy seemed to be small for the shortest amount of time. The boys doted on her. If I were to have another ( by immaculate conception ) the boys wouldn’t mind. Macy would have a conniption. She can’t even tolerate a baby crying in her company. Just as well I’m done with my terrific three.
I was totally overwhelmed by the response to my last post! Thanks a million. It’s hard to follow your own path but try we must. I found this picture when I was deleting off the phone and couldn’t understand why I hadn’t used it before? It was because the background is busy and it’s not very clear. All bullshit reasons to not stick up a lovely picture of the two of us. I usually spend my Sunday’s planning the week ahead. Making grand resolutions of reform and change that I never quite stick to! Well not today. I just cleared my mind and focused on what I needed to do tonight. I need to do this more often. I talk and talk and I don’t do! More action less shite talk. Here’s to a great week 🍸🤞🏼.
It occurred to me this week that my love of make up and a good profile picture could be perceived by some as being quite vain. I'm not gonna lie I had a moment and looked to friends for reassurance. Surely people know that when I produce my lipstick at the dinner table and proceed to top it up using the spoon as my mirror that i'm exaggerating for comical effect? right? Well perhaps not. For years I have been crippled with self doubt about every aspect of myself. Not only the physical side of myself but my personality and my capabilities. So by very definition there is no way I could be vain. Here's the definition for those who need a reminder. Vain:having or showing an excessively high opinion of one's appearance, abilities, or worth When i started my make up course I had to take pictures of my work and since I was my model it was unavoidable. I was reasonably priced and always available so it worked out quite well. When I posted the pictures I didn't see my face I just saw the work. I see the blending #blendthatshit I see the colours I love and if I could recreate it on someone else's face as good as my own I'd be over the moon and you wouldn't be seeing my mug again ( I am prone to exaggeration ). I've always been a show off and not in the least bit shy but that goes against all that I feel deep down about myself. It's like i'm in a battle with myself. I am a walking contradiction. As a parent I'm trying really hard to instill confidence in my children. It does not matter if someone calls you names it's what you think about yourself that matters. We as adults build children up constantly. However go online and read comments and you'll see no amount of full grown adults give each other abuse. When they can think of nothing else they will pick on some part of the person's appearance. I wonder when the change happens that we start to tear each other down? So I thought long and hard about how many profile pictures I've had? I thought about the people sitting at home rolling their eyes and I though Fuck Em! I spend enough time beating myself up. Time to accept myself for what I am. Flaws and all.
And my last pair of shoes. Shown here to illustrate that not all aspects of life are Instagram perfect. The first pair were cool, the second classic and the third cringe! I honestly don’t care though. I come home and slip into these and my over sized man’s tracksuit bottoms and I’m in my comfort zone. They say the holes are where your dignity leaks out! I beg to differ. These cost me €5 in Aldi. And when old age incontinence kicks in they can be slipped off, run under the tap, dried and popped straight back on! Now that’s a pair of shoes!
A different pair of shoes. Designed for style not comfort. Always tempted to wear flats but my peers scoff at the thoughts of flats on a Saturday night. My How to Feel Comfy In Your Clothes post on the blog this week hasn’t helped me tonight. I feel like 10 pounds of shit shoved into a 5 pound bag. It’s not a fashion show I’m going to spend time with great friends so I’ll have to rely on a tipple for the fake confidence. You know what they say. Fake it till you make it.

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