I was getting dressed to go to a fundraiser for our local public broadcasting station. I took out the green plastic bag that held the clothes in which I will be cremated given how much they initially cost when I had to buy them for a wedding. It was the only grown up part of what I had available. My shoes were walking store shoes because the others hurt my feet. And since these shoes are a little big, I wear heavy socks to fill the space while telling myself they won’t show because of the length of my pants.My eye shadow was applied via rolled up kleenex because I lost the brush a good five years ago… which will give you some idea of the age of the eye make up. The container of rouge had been a gift from my sister and was held together with a rubber band. It took me 15 minutes to locate the only other purse I own… a black one that is used about once or twice a year and never seems to be in the place where I threw it after my last use. It too is over five years old and possibly closer to ten but still looks so new… you’ve got to love better living through chemistry. I think I could take this purse into a foxhole with me and have it come out unscathed after a bombing.
I thought when I grew up I’d get better at this. Then I thought when I hit middle age I’d get how to dress like an adult. And now I’m old and thinking that maybe it’s never going to happen.
Sigh….