Day three, but also kind of the first.  I got the Daily Diary Scribbles idea today after all – I’m starting today after all.  Let’s pretend it’s the third.

I was sleepy and bleary eyed this morning, reluctantly dragging my ass out of bed at 7.45 am when I needed to leave for work by 8.20 am.  I’m a pretty minimal kinda girl though, most days I don’t even brush my hair, throwing it straight up in a messy bun:

A high-speed shower (where I’m just wet enough to lather and rinse), teeth brushing, a slap of moisturizer and I’m generally good to go.

I wish I was more high-maintenance, like those glossy, stylish, Brown Thomas gals with the perfectly made-up faces, the chic hair-dos, the carefully selected outfits and the alluring hint of magic and glamour that always makes me feel a shabby jumble of mis-matching scruffy clothes and well, messy hair of course.

I envy their style and elegance.

I don’t envy the time or energy they put into it.  Does that mean I’m a “typical millennial brat”, wanting everything served up to me on a shiny platter without putting in any effort to earn it?

I’d say the “brat” part definitely applies.

But maybe my priorities lie elsewhere, like in being able to hit snooze an extra six times before I have to leave the cosy bed where my sleeping husband lies snug and warm.

Hmmm.  I might need to work on my priorities.

Ciao darlings,

Lizzie xxx