Have you ever seen a teenage angst movie? Those are the ones where the most popular guy in school is challenged to date the “weirdo” girl who is gorgeous except nobody can tell because she wears glasses and loose clothing. Then the popular guy falls for the girl, the girl takes off her glasses to become Grace Kelly and then the popular guys’ idiotic friends tell the girl about the bet. Then the break-up – the girl puts her glasses back on and retreats to her studio or poetry writing place or whatever and then popular guy does the grand romantic gesture and wins her back. (“You had me at hello . . .”)
We had are year-end party today and was sad to say I couldn’t take my glasses off. In fact, I wear contacts, my lashes are tinted, my hair is kept cut, my nails are delightful, my wardrobe is much improved, my bags are covered by mineral make-up and my skin has mostly cleared up (Vancouver air?). The point is, I look like this all the time – there is little room for reasonable improvement (you know the kind that can be done in an afternoon). I will not be whipping my glasses off and shocking those around me with my greatly improved appearance.
The difference between party me and normal me is narrowing: it basically comes down to eyeshadow and a little black dress. A shame really – because if I consistently maintain and boost my ordinary appearance, I am just approaching the top-end, not increasing the scale.
November 17th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: Considering downgrading my regular appearance to look comparably gorgeous at the year-end party.