A mini-makeover

I know you all think I've fallen off the face of the Earth.

What I've really fallen off the face of, however, is just any semblance of likability or sanity.

I don't blog about work and I don't say much about work here, and that's by design. What I will say here, now, about this specific point in my worklife, is that we are in the middle of a transition that has me feeling more exhausted, more defeated, than I've ever felt at work.

So that's why I've been here less often over the past month. I just haven't had the energy or the time. I know it will pass, so just be patient with me.

Oh! And guess what else. I still haven't posted about Christmas because my hard drive is out of space and I need to buy another external hard drive before I can move any pictures to my desktop to post to the blog. As in, my computer won't even let me copy 25 pictures from iPhoto to my desktop to write a Christmas post because there's no room at the inn.

I know you're jealous of my life.

Let's talk about something happy! Punctuated by pictures from my phone, since that's all you're going to get until I can buy another external hard drive.

I needed to pick up some Clinique makeup while they were having a bonus last weekend, and of course My Adorable Shadow wanted to go with me.

While I was placing my order with the clinician, Amelia noticed a woman having her makeup done in a chair, and she squealed, "MOMMY! CAN I DO THAT?"

Well. I mean. We were just out at Clinique and then going straight home, so why not?

After they packed up my order, the lady couldn't WAIT to put Amelia up in that chair. And Amelia (in a Santa shirt in late February, no less) was a total pro, closing her eyes and puckering her lips like she'd been doing it her entire life.

ALL the ladies wanted to take turns putting a little makeup on "cute little Amelia!" So three women split the job.

NEVER MIND THAT IT WAS THE SATURDAY OF PRESIDENT'S DAY WEEKEND DURING CLINIQUE BONUS AND THERE WAS A LINE OF WOMEN WAITING TO BUY MAKEUP.

Apparently playing dress-up with a little girl is MUCH more fun than catering to 50-year-old women's whims.

Who knew you could get a 4-year-old to sit still enough to apply mascara?

All you could really see was her bright pink lip gloss, which was totally fine by Amelia. She loved it!

Of course everything rubbed off within a couple of hours, but boy did she love feeling like a grown-up from 2 to 4.

It ended up being a fun, cheap date for the two of us. Oh, and sorry if you were one of those women who had to wait an extra five minutes to buy your makeup ...