For Mother's Day, we went out to breakfast with some friends.
My one friend looked at me with some consternation and said,"I didn't know this was a super-dressy affair!"
I looked down at my jeans and blouse and said, "Um, it's not."
"But the girl who never wears make-up is wearing body glitter?"
"What are you talking about? I don't even own body glitter."
But she insisted I was sparkly. So I went to the bathroom to check myself out. I really don't own any body glitter. I didn't think my Mother's Day card had any sparklies on it. And I've certainly worked damn hard to avoid the crafting tables of my peers. So how could I be all a-glow?
When I caught my reflection in the mirror, and the tell-tale smear on my shoulder, it was all too clear what was causing my glittery appearance. My son's snotty nose. During a pseudo-tantrum before we left, he cried all over my shoulder, neck and left side of my face. Yum.
But I have to admit, it was quite fetching. I may never cruise the cosmetics aisle again.
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