I live in the tropics.
It’s hot, and I sweat a lot. And not the good, sexy kind of sweat. No, the gross, stinky, sticky kind of sweat. It’s not pretty.
It means that when it comes to fashion and physical appearance, less is most definitely more. My outfits consists of shorts and singlets, and my makeup is a bit of tinted foundation, eye and lip liner.
I know that I should be taking good care of my skin. I just don’t ever seem to get around to it, and cause I live in Darwin, I can get away with it.
But all that is set to change.
I’m set to change.
Darwin is not gonna know what hit it, when I walk out on its ridiculously hot streets, with my face all pretty, and the song ‘Hot Stuff’ playing as my soundtrack.
Well I’m glad you ask.
Now obviously you all read yesterdays post, and so are no doubt aware, I got this pretty little package in the mail last week.