They are changing doors to all the apartments where Miska (and I) live, so carpenter guys come in here a little now and then. They do not seem to take one door at a time, but they do a little at all all the time.
I will feel so incomparably ridiculous when I sit in front of the makeup mirror and take pictures of myself for several hours while they are here haha. My makeup hearing is right in front of the front door.
“Jag är bloggerska!” or what should I say? : D
You have to get a make-up, and now they have plasticized the whole door hole so I will not come out even if I should. After all, I have nothing better for me if you say so.
It feels a bit like when I wrote this post 1½ years ago, when yes always had a mirror in the window where I put on make-up - and they repainted the apartment building on the outside when I sat on the floor and put on make-up in only underwear hehe.
“Gör hon där inget annat än sminkar sig?” they are probably thinking now. But this time I am at least prepared with clothes on my body!
Well, you'll see if I'm late if I look stiff in the pictures or if I rock loose as usual anyway;)
Hug!!
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