I look like a ghost today. I’m so pale that this morning I actually scared myself when I looked in the mirror and resorted to using blusher for like the fifth time ever in my life! My mum will be pleased to hear this. She loves her blusher. As do all other Iranian women that I have ever met as a matter of fact. The way they see it, there is nothing in the world that a generous appliance of blusher won’t fix.
‘You wanna keep your man girl, you put some blusher on.’
‘You haven’t washed for three days it’s ok, put some blusher on and no one will know.’
‘You’re always coming up with excuses aren’t you? So you’ve just given birth, you can still pick up a brush and put some blusher on, can’t you?’
‘And if you run out of blusher, don’t panic, you can always use your lipstick in an emergency. Just two little dabs on your cheekbones, rub them with an upward movement and there you have it, more blusher.’
In my case it didn’t work though. I think I need a tan.
If my mum had worked out how to leave comments on here she would probably write, ‘But you look so pretty when you put blusher on.’