When you've seen said picture and realised your lippy is *aherm* slightly outside the lines, run around and around and around the island bench in a cooped-up-inside stupor, which you may want to occasionally fuel by
pausing a moment to check your reflection in the oven door and checking over your facial artistry
and a dash to the bathroom to put a comb through your hair (through, mind, not "stuck in")
pausing a moment to check your reflection in the oven door and checking over your facial artistry
and a dash to the bathroom to put a comb through your hair (through, mind, not "stuck in")
then scarper again, squealing at the same point in the kitchen like a trained monkey each time you pass it, cos that amps up the fun factor
Job well done!