I suppose it was only a matter of time, but we’ve discovered my first stretch mark on my belly. Actually, make that stretch marks. I have two, one on either side of my baby bump, and really, if Y hadn’t pointed them out, I might not even have noticed (that’s how big my bump is becoming).
Sometime towards the end of my first trimester, I was told that in order to prevent stretch marks, I would have to apply stretch-mark cream right from the minute I found out I was pregnant, and not just once a day but several times a day! I thought it was a bit extreme. I mean, who has time to apply cream on their tummy several times throughout the day?
So I went out and got myself a big bottle of Bio-Oil and started applying that every night instead. I’ve kept it up most nights since my second trimester, although I admit to occasionally being too lazy or too tired every once in a while. There are plenty of fantastic stretch-mark creams out there, or so I’ve been told, but I picked Bio-Oil because: 1) Lots of people have told me how good it is; 2) It’s really affordable.
Until recently, I thought I was doing pretty well. Then I found out that the real challenge lies ahead. Apparently, I’m going to absolutely balloon in these last weeks and it’s when you grow really big really fast that stretch marks develop. As if to underline the point, Y discovered these first marks that very night. They’re fairly small but a rather defiant purplish colour, kind of like bruises.
I’m preparing myself for more – as Y put it, “Of course you’re going to get stretch marks, you’re carrying a baby inside you for nine months!” – but in the meantime, I also don’t think I’ll be playing hooky from my nightly Bio-Oil routine anymore.
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Posted in: Pregnancy.
Wow, that charcoal mask really makes my nose look massive, doesn’t it? This is me at an Origins event yesterday, where I did the whole nine yards of skincare – cleanser, scrub, mask, toner, serums, eye cream, moisturiser and sunblock – in the name of work. You should have seen me trying to be dignified about washing scrub off my face with just that bowl of water in front of me. Considering the huge mess I usually make splashing around when I cleanse, and hubby will attest to that, it was a minor miracle the lady sitting next to me wasn’t even dripped on.
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Posted in: Work Stuff.
Yesterday I was looking in the mirror when I thought/think I saw the beginnings of crow’s feet at the corners of my eyes. People who know me know I’m not particularly vain – I rarely wear makeup and some days look downright sloppy – but it still startled me. Oh my gosh, was my first thought, I might actually have to consider eye cream.
Yes, for all my diligence about washing my face and moisturising daily, it has never dawned on me to get an eye cream. For all the skincare products I see in the pages of my magazines, for all the beauty events I’ve attended, for all the advice I’ve received (and on occasion, dispensed), it was quite a shock to me that I’d never thought of it.
My second thought was, I’m getting older. And, so that’s why I’ve never thought of using eye cream. I’ve always associated it with slightly more, ahem, mature people but I am slowly realising that I’m no longer 22. I turn 27 next month and while I will be the first to tell you that’s nowhere near old, I’m not that far off from 30, which by the way I also don’t consider old.
But maybe, I am now old enough to begin reaping the effects of my carelessness with suncare and my love of roasting in the sun during holidays, and maybe, I should start doing something about it. Crap.
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Posted in: Daily Events.
I was 17 and still in high school.
Back then, we had monthly checks to make sure everyone’s hair was short enough, our nails were neat enough and our hemlines were long enough. That’s Chinese school for you, not that I regret it now that it’s been almost nine years since emancipation. Reta and I are trying to feed Dawn a fry and a soft drink in her absence.
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Make up and the veil: same difference?
(Partly) because any excuse not to wear make-up is a good excuse for this lazy bum.
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On Tuesday, I got a three hour semi-precious stones spa treatment, which basically involved a lot of massage, the best hot tub and scrambled eggs on French bread with fruit and juice.
Today, I got my own custom-fit hair care range, lunch at my favourite Italian restaurant, and two armfuls of makeup – eight lipsticks, two blushers, two eyeshadow palettes, one lip palette, one eyeliner, three sparkle dusts and a cosmetic bag. The client had given us the whole range and they were non-returnable. Unfortunately, they were also for my editor to feature and/or dispose with as she wished. Well, sometimes “dispose” does mean “let my assistant have whatever she wants”. And I’m still keeping the hair care range.
One more makeup launch tomorrow and I’ll be done for the week. It is Friday tomorrow after all.
You must think I’m crazy to even consider giving all this up.
For the deathly curious, wait for the announcement. Nothing is certain yet.
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