I am aging. There is no denying it , no disguising it,  no turning the clock back.

Each morning I wash my face, moisturize it , and start applying my face paint.  I look , and I see dark circles and wrinkles.

Laughter lines,  they call them and I like to think they are correct.  I have laughed a lot so far , but I didn’t agree to having them etched on my face.

Recently I have changed which mirror I look into when I put my make up on.  I used to put it on in my bathroom which has bright bulbs in the lights shining down.  This apparently makes everything look garish and much worse in the harsh light of day.

If you have ever seen the Bridget Jones movie where she puts her make up on in the taxi  whilst driving to a function in the dark ,  you will know what I’m talking about! She arrives looking like a 17th century French harlot.

I have now figured out that the children’s bathroom has natural light flooding in ,and is a lot kinder to me, and those that have to gaze upon me.

Aging isn’t easy, but I’m sliding into it with both feet! Yahoooo!!