My Apologies

I had to go to see my Doctor on Friday afternoon, which is not usually cause for celebration but I like my GP. I needed some advice about Maurice - Maurice being a kind-of-cute and kind-of-ugly little growth that popped up a few months ago (like a daisy!) in a place where, previously, there was nothing. We have been peacefully co-existing for several months, I guess you could say Maurice 'grew' on me (pardon the pun), hence why it's taken me so long to get him checked. While I like to think I am a kind and just landlady, I have to draw the line at things that mess up my hair...so it was curtains for Maurice!

My GP wasn't concerned at all (which is a Good Thing) and he did what had to be done, so now I am awaiting the disgusting event of Maurice "falling off". I'm living in fear of finding a little Maurice corpse on the pillow next to me when I wake up in the morning (happily, that was not the case today!).

Yesterday I finally, finally went and got my eyebrows done. I've been tidying them up myself but I don't do it as well with my tweezers as my very nice, Korean beautician can do with her hot wax. They're a bit thinner than I usually like but I'm not complaining (really, I'm not).

(I thought my skin wasn't too bad but these close-ups have a way of shattering all illusions - that little white patch on the side of my nose is a scar from where I had an un-named mole removed several years ago. I took the stitches out myself.)
In my quest yesterday to get a "postable" photo of my eyebrows, I ended up with far too many not-so-nice photos which led to an afternoon of Photoshopping and photomanipulation fun. Hey, it kept me amused and out of trouble for several hours. The humidity is giving me a lot of grief:


(If I need incentive to stick to the Plan, that very broad face kind of rams it home!)

(Circa 1986)