It's funny how no matter how old you get, some things just never change. My sister, brother and I are home for Christmas this week, and last night we all regressed to our grade-school ways. Too unmotivated to leave the house, Natalie and I decided to play beauty salon.
We have this kit for dying eyelashes, but we were out of the strips that go under your eyes to protect your skin. So the ever-resourceful Natalie (who, as usual, wanted to go first) used address labels to affix strips of medical gauze beneath her eyes. I did as best as I could to neatly brush the dye onto her lashes, but her gauze creation was a flop and she ended up with a big, purple blob under her left eye. It sure is nice to have a younger sister who lets you learn from her mistakes.
Since Natalie spent the next hour trying to erase her shiner, our beauty parlor sort of fizzled. But then Natalie's dog, Sprocket, renewed our interest in the game. As you can see from the picture, Sprocket was very well-behaved for her manicure. Then things got interesting. In a ridiculous reenactment of childhood days, we played dress-up with the dog and made Neil pose next to her for a photo shoot -- in case you were wondering what the other photo is all about.
Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays.
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