Ahhhh Youth
My mum convinced me that I’d be doing a “good deed” if I dressed as a little elf last night. Yes. Tis true. I dressed as an elf.
God.
The things I won’t do for my mum.
Anyway.
She had this senior get together thingy (she hates when I call her senior but damn if I don’t get joy from it) and she dresses as Santa every year and every year she somehow convinces me that playing an elf to her Santa is an absolutely AWESOME idea (I just think I feel guilt because my dad and sister have already said absolutely NO WAY! Thus that leaves me!).
Anyway.
I went to my parents house late yesterday afternoon to pick up “Miss Santa Claus” and wandered around as she got her bits together.
And let me tell you my mum is big on pictures. She has pictures of everything we’ve done as a child. I’m talking first spit, first poo, first snot, etc……if my sister and me did it, it’s liable she has a picture of it somewhere (where as my dad is the utter opposite! He carries around a keyring with the three of us in a photo. He claims it’s to remind him how he went crazy!)
I’ve never seen such a mother so proud of her daughter’s first snot like my mum! She’s the type to whip out some embarrassing photo at random moments and coe at how awesomely gorgeous my sister and I are (did I mention she’s blind? I’m kidding! I’m kidding!).
My mum is the type to tell me, “Pick me up at 1 on the dot and don’t be late”. Meanwhile I have to wait 15 hours while she gets her rubbish together before we can actually leave her house and get to our destination.
So yesterday I was waiting for her and she yells from upstairs to gather the cookies and such on the dining room table and I wandered in to gather them up and I was faced with the doom of staring at the life size image of my graduation picture on the dining room wall.
Pray tell. Who does this to their children?
So here are twin life size photos. One of me, one of my sister Jo on the dining room wall. God. The horror.
The sad news is I have to face this every time I have dinner at my parents house. The really bad news is company has to as well (those poor, poor people).
The good news is yesterday I realize that in 13 years since I graduated High School I haven’t changed one bit!
I’m seriously considering bottling some of my youth and selling it on E-bay!
No but seriously I must be doing something right in my skincare routine because nary a wrinkle mars my face, an age spot, a single gray hair, or any other signs of aging have occurred as of yet! Maybe I should be quiet before I jinx myself and knock wood!
I turned 30 this year and I can still get away with saying I’m 17…..
Hmmm…..Maybe when I’m 60 I can tell people I’m 30.
I chalk it up to expensive cosmetics, skincare, and good genes as my mum looks damn good for her age too (this from a lady who washes her face with Ivory soap and walks out of the house without foundation, blush, or lipstick for the past 150 years of her life).
An unflattering picture of the Muse and her mum
Well…anyway to embarrass myself further I give you my High School grad photo from almost 13 years ago (granted I can’t get away with the Peaches and Cream face look anymore! Now I have to layer on foundation and blush to even resemble this image)!
Behold Greatness (I kid, I kid):
I believe back then there was no such thing as tweezers or something (Have to have some excuse for my awful untamed brows)!
Ah youth!
Count your blessing at how lucky you are I’ve shared such an embarrassing photo with you!
But it’s a darn fun post isn’t it and a good excuse to pimp Lush!
Check out the Muse’s skincare regime by clicking here.
And no cheeky comments about how dorky I look or how much weight I’ve gained *groan*!