No, that's not a thing, but it so happens that all the things I'm sharing come with pictures and the pictures ain't pretty but they're real. Except for maybe the one of my dog. She's kind of cute.
Anyhoo, link up with Amber over at Airing My Dirty Laundry and share your "It's Okays" and join the fun. You don't have to get real if you don't want to. That's just me cause that's my mood tonight.
It's okay to let your office-craft-writing-space-atorium be messy while you blog because if you took the time to clean it up, you wouldn't have time to write. And if you don't write, you go a little crazy. It's a simple matter of priorities.
Now for the "Getting Real" part:
I warned you it wasn't pretty.
It's okay to let your clean laundry sit from Sunday to
Tuesday Wednesday. My brother's birthday was Sunday, so I stashed all the laundry up in my room in order to enjoy the birthday drinking festivities. Monday was work all day of course, then Monday night I'm writing this post so...the laundry sits.
Maybe I'll get it put away tomorrow. Or maybe not.
It's okay to put Halloween costumes on your dogs. It might not be okay with the dogs, however.
And finally, it's okay to share the results of your neurotic eye cream test with the world. At least 3 curious readers asked in the comments whether my eye cream test worked from my last "It's Okay" post, so I thought I'd post the results here.
I could have swore I still had the before and after pics, but I must have deleted them. Bugger. I wanted to show you the difference.
You'll just have to trust me that the end result was that the cream worked!
I looked less like a wrinkled, menopausal, sleep-deprived lush than I did two weeks prior.
Sounds like a winning ad campaign to me.
|Olay Regenerating Eye Lifting Serum|
I liked that I could put this cream on my eyelids as well as under my eyes. At night I put it on my lids and all around my eyes and in the morning I just put it under and on the corner "laugh lines" (dubbed such because if you were told at age 20 that you would eventually get these, you laughed. Oh, the sweet, ignorant bliss of youth.).