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| Super Man's (or woman's) Cape! |
When I was young, I was a lot more concerned with fashion
then I am now. I suspect that is normal.
The older one gets, the more a lot of things just don’t matter anymore...at least until we get it figured out, that they still do. ;-)
But I got to thinking about this the other day, because of
something that happened. As I was getting ready to go somewhere, I decided I
wanted to wear a particular top. It was fairly new, and I had only worn it
once. Now I am one of those people that almost always will wash something
before I wear it twice. I have just always done that. Even if I have only worn the item for a short
time, I still want it washed. I learned a long time ago, it is better to be
safe than sorry. It seems every time I haven’t washed an item after wear, the
next time I put it on, I will find a spot. Some people can get away without washing
it every wear, but I can’t…never have.
Sure enough it was on this day, as well. Though I had only
worn the top a few hours, there were a couple little food spots on my blouse.
Oh, brother! It figures. Anyway, it led me to this post. I
started thinking about silly little things that have happened with my choice in
clothing. I thought it would make a funny blog post. And I am sure it
would! Like the time I wore the bright
pants, because I had gotten them so cheaply; and I was old so I didn’t really care,
having finally reached my "price before fashion" days.
“Trying to wake up the neighborhood?” a stranger had said to
me.
Or how about the time someone handed down an item to me that
she didn’t want anymore. I was pleased to get it and…..never mind. It would be funny alright, but it is simply
too embarrassing to share here!
I do have a couple “make up faux pas” though! Like the time
we were running late, (which is often) so I decided to put my make up on in the
car (which is also, often). I am just one of those people that must wear
makeup. I always have. I look like a completely different person without it… Anyway,
it’s my crutch; my super-man’s cape; I rarely go out with out it. However, I have those “without” stories, too! I might get to a few of those as well.
But on this particular occasion, I was diligently applying
my makeup as my husband drove. I applied my blush, as I often do, making two
little round circles on my cheek. Then I simply blend it in with my hand. But this
time I forgot to blend! I guess we were talking or something and I got
sidetracked. We went into the event with
those two little round, red, (Avon Golden Rose, to be exact) clown circles on my cheek! My husband didn’t say a
word!! After the event, when we got back out to the car, I took a peak in the
mirror to see how I was fairing. There were those two little round circles giving
me my funny clown appearance!
“Why didn’t you say
something??” I exclaimed to my husband.
“I thought you knew what you were doing,” was his answer.
One early morning, Matthew and I were on our way to our
bookstore and coffee shop. We were
working 6 days a week, 14 or more hour days at this time, trying to get our store off
to a good start. It was always dark as we headed to work, and for the sake of
time, I almost always put my makeup on during the drive into the store. I
pulled out of my makeup bag, what I thought was my colorless lip gloss. I applied it to my lips and it felt
especially good this morning. My lips were a bit chapped and it felt really soothing. I applied a bit more. When we arrived at the store, Matthew burst out
laughing. What I thought had been colorless lip gloss ended up being my white
(very white) under eye concealer. I had big, out-of-bounds,
extended, puffy, white, chapped lips. Yikes! To the bathroom to wash!
Then there are the times, I have gone out without my makeup.
I yi yi!! Now most people look great without make up. Both my sisters would fall into this class. However, I am scary without it. I have story after story about
this. After 45 years or so, they do add up! Like the time I was working in the factory. We had been working 6 days a
week, 10 hour days, and the long hours were starting to catch up with me. We started at 5:00
am which meant I had to get up no later than 4:00 am. One morning, running late, I showed up to
work with no makeup at all. (Read more about my experiences at this factory
here.)
But on this particular day, there was a new employee. Now I can’t
remember exactly which way it went, but I had worked with this new employee
just twice. One day with makeup, and one day without.
I simply remember him saying to me on the second of those
two occasions. “What happened to that other
gal that works here?” You two kind of
look alike, but you are much nicer.” Ouch!
I only hope that was the makeup day!
Then there was the time, when I was working in my yard on
the busy street we lived. I mean it was yard work, so I had no makeup on. Someone I know drove by on the street, and
honked and waved. I knew who it was by
the service vehicle markings he was driving, but I hadn’t seen this person in some time. He
decided to stop to say hi. He got out of his vehicle and started to walk toward
me. As he got closer, he seemed to become confused and turned around to start
back to his vehicle.
“Chris,” I called. “What’s up?”
He turned back around and said, “Oh, it is you!” The closer he had gotten to me, the less he thought it was me. Double ouch!!
We then, had a nice little visit, though he did look a
little frightened the entire time.
I have a ton of stories about people not recognizing me
when I wore no makeup, but I know this post is getting long. Let me share the most recent “makeup faux pas”
and then I will wind up this silly post.
I was headed out somewhere in my car one day. I am not sure
where I was going, but I am sure I had every intention of putting my make up on
in my car as I drove the 20 miles or so to town. Like I said, that is what I do. For safety
reasons, I don’t advise that, but it is
what I do…always have...though never on the highway; only the calmer roads.
Anyway, before I could get even a quarter of a mile from my
house. I saw my neighbor walking her two dogs. I had something I had been meaning
to ask her, so I stopped to say hi. But oh my! The look on her face! I could see she was truly shocked; almost not
believing it was me.
Then the cake was taken!
She put her hand up over her eyes and exclaimed, “OOOH, don’t look at
me!” It was as if my mascaraless eyes hurt hers. I laughed, but got away from there quickly!
So there you have a few of my gaffes! Maybe I will get enough guts some day, and
write about some of those other fashion faux pas. Or maybe not! But today, I simply thought it was time to try
to make y’all laugh, as well as give me a chance to speak a little French. ;-)
*Faux pas is a
socially awkward or tactless act, especially one that violates accepted social
norms, standard customs, or the rules of etiquette; a
blunder, gaffe, or error
*brouhaha - great excitement or concern about something;
hubbub; uproar
Yeah, in my case, they seem to be one in the same.
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