What you see is what you get
I’m not one to base the success of the day ahead by my appearance. Good thing too. Because I’m one of those oh so lucky women who can and has spent hours on hair, make up, and the careful selection of an outfit that doesn’t make me look like a color blind thrift store reject. When on such a mission impossible like this, tension rolls out from underneath the bedroom door like someone threw a stress bomb in the room and ran away giggling. Not that I would know anything about that. Personally.
I’m the (elderly) girl next door
When I do finally emerge from this self beautification project, I look like I spent approximately 3 seconds on myself, not including the few that it took for me to roll out of the bed, throw on the nearest outfit, and take a cursory swipe at my hair. I know we all have our strengths in life. Mine is appearing like the eternal and aged girl next door. Ponytail, jeans, T shirt and tennis shoes. Runway model I will never be. I’m just glad that early dementia crept up and smacked me with forgetfulness. Now what was I doing? Oh yes. Time for bed.
- It Ain’t so Funny Being a Funny Girl… (rendezvouswithrenee.com)