New passport, new destinations

Oh, and while on the subject of holidays: I finally got that new passport. Which means I can now go anywhere in the world! If only it didn't involve border crossings and passport inspections...


I took this whole process very seriously. Remember, this was the one with the new name! Planning the right outfit alone took a week. Aware that this is going to be my calling card for the next five years, I really wanted to avoid that passport photo curse that I (and everyone else) am usually plagued by. That one picture where you need to look good... is always the one that fails to look anything like you.

Eventually I decided on the "well-if-I-don't-think-I'm-fabulous-then-why-would-anybody-else"- earrings, thinking they were blingy enough to distract anyone's attention from what ever might be going on with my face. I decided to go for hair down in loose curls. I even wore my favourite snakeskin heels (yes I know you can't see them but...) I looked good. Until I got caught in the rainstorm. 

I ran into the photo booth drenched and feeling nowhere near as glamorous I had felt when I left the house. And boy does it show. The earrings? You can't even see them behind my cheeks (if camera adds 5 kilos, then those booths add at least 15!). The hair?  So big it doesn't even fit in the picture. Basically the entire photo is occupied by my massive face. The kind of face you'd expect to be plastered on the front page of Daily Mail under the headline: "Crystal meth- it could happen to you."

If I can help it- no-one will ever get to see this...