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Remember those times, when all you had to beautify yourself with was this little box of scrunchies and the occasional lady bug hair pin? When you woke up in the morning, brushed you teeth for as long as your mom could hear you and then splashed some water in your face? When all you have to do was to be happy and pleased and stuff your face with ice cream?

Well, snap out of it! Wake up and smell the perfume. As we all know, my parents recently redecorated (I’m not ready to show you all the pictures yet. My clothes are everywhere and the feng shui is just… not right. Yet. I still need a bonsai three under my bed. And a small stream through the centre of my room towards the left upper corner. And a purple… (I’m interrupting my own interruption. Are you annoyed yet?))

So, my parents recently redecorated and that means that I got a new room. I finally got to sorting out all my hair stuff, face paint and heavy smelling creams and pastes. And this was the result:

YES, all that is to beautify myself. Closet also included. Not counting my hair straightener, shower stuff and the things in my Førde room. It’s just scary. I gather and gather and use and use and paint and paint. I got about 4 different mascaras, 4 perfumes, countless body lotions and a gazillion rubber bands for my hair.

So, you may ask, why the blogging non presence (I need and award for sentence build)? Well, I have been doing something quite not important. I’ve been painting my nails.

(If you are grossed out by feet and chubby little sausage fingers, I suggest you go and see if something is happening on Facebook)

This is how my creative little hour ended. Most people would be rather embarrassed but. Yeah, but. (mental hospital in a few years)