Make-overs are awesomesauce.
In fact, I love them so much that I actually hatched a plan to nominate myself for What Not To Wear and start dressing like a bag lady from 1980, just in case someone is secretly filming me.
Wait, I do that anyway.
Yesterday was a special day. I had the distinct pleasure of leaving the house in the middle of the day (without my
Here is the obligatory "before" picture. I was sad, as all people seem to be in their "before" pictures. I needed help. *Just remember, you non-blond people wishing you were blond: most blonds look like they have the stomach flu when they aren't wearing make-up. Blond is merely another word for "white eyelashes".
|I weep when I look at baby kittens, that is how|
sad I feel because of my intense ugliness and low self-esteem.
Then I arrived home to my
|I feel joyful.|
Then I went outside, where I found that Thing 1 had dumped 567 chunks of sidewalk chalk all over my overpriced and coveted patio cushions, but I felt so good about my new look that I cleaned with gusto and glee!
Plus, I really like these shoes.
|And surprise! There is Red Dog... with... what is that? Oh YES, THE BALL.|
Then I looked at the garage and cried a little....
Here is my real "after" picture: with my new hair cut, color weave, a little make-up slathered on my head, my grandmother's jewelry and a cute dress that I picked up for $19.99 a few years ago. What do you think? I really do feel better. It is amazing what a little effort can do for a gal.
Smear a little make-up on your face and little happy around you today!
Peace, Love and Unicorns,