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Why some beauty DIY jobs are best left to the pros!

You’d have to be a slice short of a sandwich to attempt tricky DIY electrical or plumbing work without qualifications.

But a lot of idiots peeps do – these sort of clever clogs also lick steak knives and put metal things in toasters that are turned on.

So many jobs are best left to the professionals, especially things such as cooking, cleaning, and crafting ;).

I couldn't have said it better myself - well just a little bit better, maybe.

I couldn’t have said it better myself – well just a little bit better, maybe.

But also it’s probably wise to think twice about doing beauty-related jobs yourself.

Three things to avoid if you want to avert a DIY beauty disaster.

1. HAIRY MACLARY

A Brazilian or back, sack and crack wax – sorry for the frightening mental image that might be floating around in your head right now!

But truly – you’re treading on dangerous turf hair, best to leave this job for the experts.

2. MONO BROW

Using tweezers when you’re drunk – you could get carried away and end up looking like this:

DAMN those are some bad eyebrows! Image source

DAMN those are some bad eyebrows! Image source

3. HAIR DYEING

As a fearless teenager, I must confess I had many a DIY hair disaster, and looking back at photos such as the ones below, I can now see why I wasn’t the town bike :(.

Behold, here is a pictorial of “The pink hair incident of 1995”.

BEFORE

Not content with a reasonably nice mousy blonde hair colour, I take matters in to my own hands

Not content with a reasonably nice mousy blonde hair colour, I take matters in to my own hands.

DURING

My friend, whose house we did the dye job at, graciously took these very unflattering pics of me!

I have to thank my friend (the photographer) for letting me do this at her house – and for all those nights I crashed at your place as a teenager, you’re a legend!

AFTER

BOOM  - instant pink!

BOOM – instant pink! And notice how I’m rocking the bright red lippie, what a horn bag right?

What DIY job will you NOT attempt, no matter how much money or time it would save you?

Alright so give a dog a bone here peeps, please link up a post, something, ANYTHING, I’m not fussy!

I have to prove to Kirsty @ My Home Truths that I’m not the worst link-up host in the entire galaxy.

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I Must Confess is a link up that runs every Monday and remains live for the whole week.
You can link up something old or new, we’re not fussy around here.
Feel free to go with the prompt for the week or add your own confession, whatever suits.
Please go forth and share the comment love – it is bloggy crack after all!

Next week’s prompt, finish this sentence: “I must confess I am the biggest…”

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I must confess my first ever blog post wasn’t as hot as Hugh

While I do have a lot to get off my chest this week, I’m going to share my first ever blog post as suggested by Kirsty @ My Home Truths for I Must Confess.

Because I didn’t appreciate the value of photos my 1st post had none (BORING), so here is one just for the hell of it – it’s of my favourite spunknuts and gentleman!

Please enjoy Hugh Jackman – then my inaugural blog post πŸ™‚

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Here is it:

To paraphrase a friend’s website – this blog ain’t gonna be pretty but it’s gonna be true!

Wow, this is like having to make a maiden speech in front of hundreds of people, except I have no audience, I’m not holding in my sticky-out stomach, and my hair looks like it’s been out the car window for too long.

Shucks so this is really just a place for me to record some precious moments of my life. It’s not one of those precious ”I love being a mum so much blog” – it might get ugly and offensive.

To paraphrase a friend’s website – this blog ain’t gonna be pretty but it’s gonna be true!

So strap yourself in for some amusing, honest, blunt, rude, obnoxious, insensitive anecdotes on my life as an slightly overweight, working, honest, sensitive (at times) mother of three and wife.

So that was it!!! Do you feel totally underwhelmed – here is my third one called Spaghetti – still with no pic 😦 !

If you’d walk past my house or been unlucky enough to visit at 5.30 this evening you would have been wondering how I was allowed to procreate!

For starters we were watching Christmas DVD’s so loud the neighbour’s dogs were trying to join in. Next of all, I had just asked No.1 to find No.3 in case he had found the lollipop he had dropped outside yesterday, and yes he had discovered it in the dirt and was making short work of it.

No.2 was running around without pants shouting wee,wee, no poo poo and trying to body slam No.3 any chance he could.

With husband stuck in traffic, we sat down to eat messy Spaghetti, with Wiggles Christmas still playing (kill me) but at least there was some peace. I was just about to take a HUGE gulp of medicinal compound (wine) when said husband arrived, crap.

Just as my hard working, easy going, tired husband arrives home, No.3 decides the dinner on his plate felt lonely, so he threw it down on the ground to play with its friends, on my recently mopped floor.

While no-one was looking I did the most sensible thing someone in my position would do, take a BIG sip, okay it was a gulp!

Who knew that dinners, in fact every meal, would be such a horrific experience with children. I thought they just ate what we ate, did what we did, and smiled nicely and said nothing.

But unfortunately times have changed and we can no longer scare our kids to be quiet like many of our parents did!!!

Not that I would want to (insert sarcastic face), in fact I love being asked to read No.1’s recently received Santa mail letter from Westfield 7 times (yawn). But it’s true, back in the days kids were seen and not heard.

I don’t agree with that necessarily, but that is a subject for another day. Gulp, night night!

So there we have it – don’t worry I’ve got better and have made my posts more aesthetically pleasing – see image below – another hottie photo because I now despise just posting blocks of text πŸ™‚

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Don’t laugh but I must confess I have always loved Sean Connery, even as he’s aged.

So have you got something to say or confess that you’re too afraid to say to personally?

Link up and get it all out via Kirsty @ My Home Truths for I Must Confess.

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