I don't do Instagram yet. Not for me the sport of go-pro-gurning as I you-tube my latest makeup haul. In fact nothing new has happened in my makeup bag for over 2 years since I hilariously got talked into being an Oriflame lady but that is a whole other post.
I missed out on those years in my teens when I should have been learning how to buy and apply make up. And it did not bother me one bit at the time. This, I find to be the main disadvantage in growing up as a TomBoy. I wanted to run and wear jeans ride bikes and wear sneakers and I had to be bribed into wearing dresses for my holy communion and confirmation ceremonies. By the time I was 12, I was a gawky 5'10" and I terrified every boy who seemed to come into my peripheral vision so I wasn't exactly going to make myself smaller or less bolshy with makeup. I deliberately decided beauty magazines were designed to make you feel ugly and want to buy their products and didn't bother with them.
I arrive in my mid forties and now find myself clueless about make up, a little careless about interior design and my dress style is less "pret a porter" and more "quel que est propre". My children are still only 6 and 8 so my hopes of ever having an Instagram worthy house are non-existent. Don't get me wrong, it is clean and mostly tidy but it's just no work of art. And in much the same way as I felt that beauty magazines made me feel ugly and need to change, those perfect houses on Hauzz or Pinterest only make me feel like a bad mother so I avoid them.
Make the assumption if you ever see me posting a lovely house on Instagram or Pinterest or here that (a) it's not my house
(b) my income has increased sufficiently to be able to support a cleaning lady or
(c) I have given my children up for adoption.
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