Upon awakening yesterday, I decided that I was going to get all dolled up and head out into the world. There was a snazzy casual outfit that formed and my face was done to perfection. Some of my make up had finally been replenished at the MAC counter, and the mirror made for a wonderful friend. The matching bag in tow made for a rather coordinated lady. The first stop was my local music store for the pricing of music stands and informative small talk.
While inside Sam Ash, the pricing of the music stands was fair; however, I voiced my concern for the flimsy wire things that simply did not make sense to me. Their existence was explained to me as a cringe crept over my face. It made more sense to me to simply spend the money on a stand that would actually hold music instead of watching entire pages fall or be taken by the wind. Perhaps this is my opinion because I am a professional musician. A text came through about a possible job from an old friend. My car soon said hello and took me down south to the land of Richmond Heights. This is the realm of my youth and the domain of my mother. . We chatted and made plans to make future progress.
We decided to run some errands together and then dine at IHOP. As we entered the establishment, there were many things that crumbled under her rather critical eye. All of a sudden the familiar face of a percussionist soon turned into a pleasant conversation; there were new jobs at new locations. When we were finally seated, there were more unpleasant statements that did not make for the glorification of a day thanks to my mother. The food soon came to the table when I noticed that my chicken tender sauce was vanishing without my assistance. She wanted to know why her food did not come with the sauce and how could she possibly be served in such a manner. The waiter was nabbed and attacked with my pleas of another round of sauce so that I could possibly have the chance to enjoy my lunch. Everything turned out fine.
While watching the Sex in the City marathon, happy thoughts crossed my mind. It had been an informal music morning. It occurred to me that maybe these nice things happened because my face looked so good. It was certainly a good thing that I looked radiant because I ran into people. My goodness the horror of being seen and looking drab could make for a hideous memory. The whole make up thing never happened to me. Its use was not encouraged during my upbringing and it never really surfaced as an adult. It was not until a rather fashionable friend took my face into her own hands and made me look like the next thing walking down the runway; this was soon followed by my mother gifting me a make over at the MAC counter. Your present day Lady likes to watch youtube videos to learn make up tricks to keep myself looking amazing. I finally mastered the smokey eye look in time for an event last week, and the fall will bring the arrival of the highly anticipated brushes. All of this excitement from facial art!