well, aint that the level of sparkling drivel you expect from this blog? :D
I was tagged by Liz (the lovelier-than-Taylor Liz!) of So Lonely in Gorgeous to share some pictures of babydriveller, and took the opportunity to snap some after Sunday night dinner at my parents'. Like Liz, I was a child of the '80s, so these pictures are fuzz-ay :P Also, difficult to lift arms holding camera while in foodcoma.
To begin with the most topical: aged 4(?), after raiding my mother's vanity. I maintain that the wings aren't too bad for a first timer working with those dryyyyyy '80s pencil textures, though the blush placement is admittedly a little low...
This looks like a mugshot because it is -- my grandma took it as evidence of my misdemeanour :P
Heading back in time, this comes from my first birthday/100-day celebration (? maybe someone with kids could say if I look more 100 or 365 days old? Clearly the tableful of gigantic foods is skewing things -- how can I be expected to exercise moderation with regard to lipstick or cake with this kind of upbringing?)
I am so demanding a me-sized cake for my upcoming 30th, btw. And that pony, finally.
Also, fun fact: during the toljabee ceremony after this feast, baby-me picked up the brush, which was thought to denote a scholarly future. We know better now.
Yeesh, that's a lot of cutesey for Monday morning. *hands 'round barf bucket* All Liz's fault, remember. Do check out her (unfairly adorable) pictures, and hop on over to Wondegondigo for belly's (unfairly awesome) ones, too!
I was tagged by Liz (the lovelier-than-Taylor Liz!) of So Lonely in Gorgeous to share some pictures of babydriveller, and took the opportunity to snap some after Sunday night dinner at my parents'. Like Liz, I was a child of the '80s, so these pictures are fuzz-ay :P Also, difficult to lift arms holding camera while in foodcoma.
To begin with the most topical: aged 4(?), after raiding my mother's vanity. I maintain that the wings aren't too bad for a first timer working with those dryyyyyy '80s pencil textures, though the blush placement is admittedly a little low...
This looks like a mugshot because it is -- my grandma took it as evidence of my misdemeanour :P
Heading back in time, this comes from my first birthday/100-day celebration (? maybe someone with kids could say if I look more 100 or 365 days old? Clearly the tableful of gigantic foods is skewing things -- how can I be expected to exercise moderation with regard to lipstick or cake with this kind of upbringing?)
I am so demanding a me-sized cake for my upcoming 30th, btw. And that pony, finally.
Also, fun fact: during the toljabee ceremony after this feast, baby-me picked up the brush, which was thought to denote a scholarly future. We know better now.
Further evidence of early susceptibility to fluff:
I still make this exact face every time the Suqqu cheek brush kisses (yes, kisses!) my cheek.
Speaking of which, y'all no longer have the right to complain about my barfalicious winsome head-tilt in blog pics. Because sifting through these baby pictures makes it clear I was JUST BORN THAT WAY, OKAY.
Sometimes, to shake things up, I might change direction.
and throw in a duckpout or two....
Yeesh, that's a lot of cutesey for Monday morning. *hands 'round barf bucket* All Liz's fault, remember. Do check out her (unfairly adorable) pictures, and hop on over to Wondegondigo for belly's (unfairly awesome) ones, too!
