Or blotchy, snarly, exhaustion.
There’s been a smattering of posts around revealing photos of much beloved bloggers before they’ve gone through grueling battles with flat irons, mascara wands and spackle trowels (Not to say that any of the ladies linked to below use these devices, or in fact need them, but knowing we’ve all at least dabbled, I figure it’s safe to say.)
I’ll cop to first making a pot of coffee and
taking a first sip ferociously slurping a half cup before snapping the pictures you’ll be seeing. I would have been scared of revealing this, but the truth is, lately the efforts of the morning find themselves in gooey, messy half moons beneath my eyes, either from crying or the third-trimester-hot-flashes-and-oh-my-god-I-am-melting episodes. And the hair? Eesh, the products that a month ago tamed frizzies and eased the absence of a style, well now they seem to transform into a substance akin to epoxy within an hour of going in. Running my fingers through my hair they come away gummy or become stuck and bring tears to my eyes as I try to pull them out of my nest. So, the morning shot, despite a kind of dazed look, I’m ok with it.
Staring down the birth of our third child and advent of my 35th birthday, I actually am feeling pretty damn lucky to look and feel the way I do when I wake up…(After a cup of Peet’s coffee and my morning blog surfing.) So, without firther adieu, me, the way I looked as I typed this post.
This felt a little weak, kind of hiding behind the incredible coffee, letting the incredible Denby mug block my post-dawn visage…so here’s this.
Gallery of morning beauty and all around genius:
Oh, the joys
Her Bad Mother
Breed’em and Weep
You're gorgeous dahling. Not even a hint of drag queen. 😉
Wonderful! You have amazing cheekbones. I was too chicken to partipate in this meme. WAY TOO CHICKEN.
(Oh, good GRIEF! I should start READING my comments, eh? And you do look great – I look sort of like John Cleese dressed up like a woman first thing in the morning, just fyi.)
You have the most beautiful bone structure. At once strong and delicate. Gorgeous.
Not doing this. Nope. Not. Ever.
My days are make-up free, but I reserve the right to only torture live people with my visage.
But still, so cute. I'm going to do this one soon. Maybe tomorrow. 😉
Your truthiness is totally endearing.
Yep, still totally adorable.
I looked at most of these posts. Not an extra chin or anyone my age in the bunch.
Maybe after weight watchers…
Your truthiness is hot – especially when you move the mug. And 35? You look 22. For real.
I hope I look that good when my tummy is almost ready to pop right open! 🙂
You are a brave woman to stare down the camera at some ungodly hour and shriek, Here I am, Deal With It.
I hate photos partly because I still don't want to be the person who shows up in the film footage. I want to be Marlene Deitrich or Michelle Pfeiffer. It's alway disappointing to see that I am, in fact, just me.
But you – you are lovely. And probably never disappointed in your film self.
No way you are 35. Nope, not buying it. I did this too and yikes. xo
See, I told you before you are beautiful.
And, sheesh, how did you know I use a trowel?!