Ya’ll. Spring is here.
How do I know?
Well, for one, it’s warmer. And there’s flowers all about. Bunnies. General frolicking.
But the main clue?
VERY WHITE LEGS. VERY WHITE. BLINDING. I AM SO SORRY. I HAVE TO WALK ON THEM.
You can see me coming for miles.
And, since, I really don’t feel like wearing the Mom Jeans for the duration, the whiteness must out, ya’ll.
Also, this means: GOOD LORD HAVE MERCY ON ME, THE POOL IS COMING.
*shudder*
We’re gonna start in slow, with all this Spring stuff. Dip a toe in the water, so to speak. I simply CAN’T handle tank tops and tan lines and pedicures just yet. There is so much REVEALING of things that have been so nicely COVERED up and all COZY for so long – it’s jarring.
So, this week, I decided to tackle my eyebrows.
Dude, they were all:
Or, if you prefer a more sporty look:
And I was all: Be GONE fuzzies!
Don’t worry, I didn’t go overboard. We all know how the dreaded over-pluck can make us look forever… quizzical. I realize, also, that eyebrow manicuring can be the gateway drug. Next thing you know I’ll be spray tanning.
One can only hope.
This is hilarious. 🙂 For me, it was the toenails.
Yep, I get this. I was all gonna do a pedi one day and then realized, “Just the toenails will take me about an hour to tackle…” Sigh.
Just know that I am saying this out of love from the south… You+all= y’all not ya’ll. It’s my one public service announcement, and I’ll go back to choosing the perfect self-tanner that doesn’t make me orange (none).
THANK YOU. It’s good to be correct on this – my goodness. I am so sorry I have been yalling wrong. 🙂 You must forgive – I am a Kansas, with serious Southern cravings. 🙂