Make Up

I’m on the train on my way to work, a new assignment in the middle of nowhere. An hour and half commute three times a week for now and probably four times a week from January. I always sit in the space where people can leave their bikes if they travel with one. There are two different spaces, one that has two extra seats opposite each other where the bike space is next to it -with fold down chairs- along the side of the train. And the other where there are only fold down chairs on both sides of the train.

The latter is a pain because when the train drives you basically move sideways which is nauseating to me at times. Anyway… I’m currently moving sideways as I write this. On my right side are three seats very close to each other.Opposite of me there are four. Because I move sideways I can see the two other people next to me from the corner of my eyes. This is when I noticed that the woman at the far end was doing something I’ve also seen many times on the tube in the UK. She is doing her make-up…

Ever since I’ve seen someone doing this on the tube I’ve mixed feelings about it. Doing your make-up on the train -in my opinion- is something you simply don’t. To me it is something private and I would never do this in public. It already gets on my nerves when I am in the bathroom getting ready and my partner watches closely let alone on a crowded train. In London some of these women would even carry an extra handbag for all the containers with blusher, eyeshadows, lipsticks, foundation and powder.

I have mixed feelings about this because to me it’s something private that you do at home and not on public transport. On the other hand I admire their skills to put it on without smudging their faces. But my goodness… The amount of warpaint that some of them use is shocking! Today the man sitting opposite of me is watching each and every move of the woman on my right with extreme interest. The disapproving look on his face says it all really. I can’t help but grinning quietly as I watch the performance…

xMas 2007

I spent xMas at MvdM. and W.’s this year and had a great time. I went over at 14.00 and met Stuart [no not the Stuart] who arrived shortly after me and who was there for dinner as well, an ex-colleague of W. with a heavy Scottish accent [Glasgow]. I normally don’t have a problem with the Scottish accent but this time, well ehrm…*hmm* must have been the champers on an empty stomach. No I never learn but it wasn’t my idea this time: I can blame MvdM. …

MvdM. had been to the Lowlands for three days previous to xMas and brought me back two jars of delicious Sambal Badjak which I am eternally grateful for, thanks deary! I guess it’s time to prepare some Indonesian food again some day soon. I helped MvdM. cooking and it was all worth waiting for [3 hrs] although I was starving since I was told not to have breakfast and/or lunch. We sat down at 17.00 and had a wonderful meal [those sausages in bacon and the stuffing: to kill for… *mmmm!*].

Later that evening more friends of MvdM. and W. came over and we all [ten of us] sat in the lounge near the warm fire and the beautiful blue tree with a blue haired Barbie pinned on the top. Drinking wine and chatting. It’s been a relaxed xMas this year, no hassle, no fuss, just how it should be…

My job [plus all twenty invisible taters in that big pot on the right]…

Don’t mind helping out coz I was hungry *hehe*

Mau running around like a headless chicken; timing, timing, timing my dear…

Blue on xMas day

Keep the fire burning baby…

Big bird and roast. Oh and let’s not forget the liver gravy and champers…