Showing posts with label 30. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 30. Show all posts

Thursday, 16 September 2010

30

Today is my birthday. I am turning 30. Actually I was born in the middle of the day on the 16th of September 1980, so technically I'm not 30 yet. It is a few minutes after midnight now so I have to go to bed. I also have another big thing coming up tomorrow: My last day at work. I think it's going to be an emotional day. Both happy and sad.

It will be my first birthday without my dear father. That hurts very much. But in some way I know he will be here watching over me. Like in the poem below, by Henry Scott Holland. I have to think that he is still here, just not the way I am used to.

Now I will remove my belly button piercing. I think I just outgrew it. ;-)

Before
After


Thursday, 29 July 2010

Vanity

For those of you who have actually seen my blog before, this will be a big change. Literally going from black to white. The new picture is... well a product of my own vanity. Maybe it's my reaction to turning thirty. Can't really say I have experienced anything remotely of a crisis, but lately I have been reflecting over the topic of age and ageing... I understand the amount f pressure actresses are under and hey - I've never even been close to showbiz. So when I got a very good deal on a pampering session plus professional make up, hair stylists, photographer and, oh yeah, a professional airbrusher (!!!) I was kind of intrigued! 

Me and a friend went for the pampering and photo shoot with the idea that we would only go for the pampering and the experience and then take just the one free picture that was free with the photo shoot. Boy did our vanities play us a trick!! We ended up with more than one picture each and they were NOT cheap, I can tell you. One of them was the one above - but in colour. 

I think it might have been something I would like to keep for the days in the future when my small boobs sag to my belly button and have a wrinkly raisin face and I can tell my grand children: "I know I look like a witch now, but this is how I used to look!!!" and I would get a "wow!" back from them. Not because I think I look so darn good, it's because I expect the worst from my ageing process... I will probably not age well... So the "wow!" would come from the reaction - "what a difference!!". Does that count as a 30 year crisis? In my book it doesn't!