I've been obsessing, I mean planning my hostess gift recipe, outfit and of course, parties mean war paint! Every time an event arises, I slather on the pore-clogging, erm... complexion evening stuff. And afterwards, I scrub and kvetch and, I tug at the gooified lashes attached to my tender blackened lids. It truly is a battle. Nevertheless, in a few short hours I will pop my spinach parmesan pinwheels in the oven, dig the battle palette from the depths, toss the smelly expired stuff and begin painting away.
Of course there will be pictures and battle stories...if I drink enough fine lager I may even compose a battle hymn. Stay tuned. Happy holidays, no really I mean it!