SPANX, NAIL POLISH, AND PUTTING ON SOME MAKE UP
I was invited to a dear friend's birthday celebration. It's a birthday tea ... at an honest to goodness tea house ... salon ... okay, tea place.
Anyway, they serve high tea. So, I knew immediately, this was more than just a "make sure the good jeans are clean" kinda day. The problem is, and I am being brutally honest here, I have let myself go.....like REALLY go.....like, "someone find her the nearest grocery cart for her bag lady look" go.
I wasn't even sure I had a dress that would fit!
But as I've said sooooo many times you are all probably ready to puke from sheer boredom, I am attempting to fill my emotional tank. Filling my tank today meant putting on my girlie best.
I am a fan of the 5-minute face. I am also a fan of the 5-minute hair. I love that I really only need to spend 10 minutes in front of the mirror (not counting the teeth-brushing/flossing time). It makes up for the HOURS I spent in front of it in the 80's. Y'all. One can of White Rain per week!
However, this is a tea room. It seems to speak to elegance and grace and gentility. This knocks me out almost immediately, seeing as I exude none of these things, but I was determined to pretend. Girlie it up a bit!
So, I got out the "it looks like make-up" make up -- I usually defer to the "doesn't look like make-up" make-up. Plus, there is only so much spackling a person can do in five minutes, right?!
I spent more time. I added darker eye colors. I put on some blush ... or more of it, I should say. I unearthed my Spanx, wrestled those suckers on (heaven help me should I need to use the restroom!), and dug around my jewelry box until I uncovered my pearls. Tea calls for pearls, no?
I threw on a leopard print cardi ... I dug out a vintage hand bag. I painted my toe nails AND fingernails BRIGHT, FIRE ENGINE RED, y'all!
The final result?
Well, I resemble a trollop, but a girlie one -- which seems a bit redundant, but whatever.
I team room ready. Or as tea room ready as this Northern girl is going to get.
Anyway, they serve high tea. So, I knew immediately, this was more than just a "make sure the good jeans are clean" kinda day. The problem is, and I am being brutally honest here, I have let myself go.....like REALLY go.....like, "someone find her the nearest grocery cart for her bag lady look" go.
I wasn't even sure I had a dress that would fit!
But as I've said sooooo many times you are all probably ready to puke from sheer boredom, I am attempting to fill my emotional tank. Filling my tank today meant putting on my girlie best.
I am a fan of the 5-minute face. I am also a fan of the 5-minute hair. I love that I really only need to spend 10 minutes in front of the mirror (not counting the teeth-brushing/flossing time). It makes up for the HOURS I spent in front of it in the 80's. Y'all. One can of White Rain per week!
However, this is a tea room. It seems to speak to elegance and grace and gentility. This knocks me out almost immediately, seeing as I exude none of these things, but I was determined to pretend. Girlie it up a bit!
So, I got out the "it looks like make-up" make up -- I usually defer to the "doesn't look like make-up" make-up. Plus, there is only so much spackling a person can do in five minutes, right?!
I spent more time. I added darker eye colors. I put on some blush ... or more of it, I should say. I unearthed my Spanx, wrestled those suckers on (heaven help me should I need to use the restroom!), and dug around my jewelry box until I uncovered my pearls. Tea calls for pearls, no?
I threw on a leopard print cardi ... I dug out a vintage hand bag. I painted my toe nails AND fingernails BRIGHT, FIRE ENGINE RED, y'all!
The final result?
Well, I resemble a trollop, but a girlie one -- which seems a bit redundant, but whatever.
I team room ready. Or as tea room ready as this Northern girl is going to get.
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