I woke up this morning and realized I needed to make a quick run to CVS for some medicine for Bauer. Without thinking, I threw on a pair of jeans with the sweatshirt I had slept in, pulled my hair into a ponytail, snatched my glasses (I'm blind without glasses or contacts) and ran out the door. That's all I did - notice, no brushing of the teeth, no hairbrush through my hair, no glancing at myself in the mirror. Just a quick trip a quarter mile down the road to CVS.
So I ran into the store, grabbed my items and headed to the checkout counter. As always, there was a 10 minute line so I entertained myself with the latest celebrity gossip. Imagine my surprise when I caught a quick glimpse of myself in the reflection of the vending machine! OH MY LORD!!!! My hair, generally blonde and straight, was so greasy that it was matted and *brown*. My husband's sweatshirt looked like an oversized dress. I looked appalling. When I glanced down I noticed my sweatshirt was completely covered in dog hair and a very large stain - possibly cheese??? When did I that much cheese??? No wonder I was getting crazy stairs from the dressed up church goers in line (it was early - I hadn't even gotten ready for church yet!). I was so disheveled that I almost looked threatening... I stood in line still as a bug (doing my best not to draw anymore attention) wishing desperately that I had a breath mint until I was able to pay for my items.
I breathed a huge sigh of relief once I entered the safety of my car. That was until I actually looked at myself up close in a mirror. YIKES!!! Mascara from the night before littered my eyes. My complexion was awful! In the bright sunlight I could see that not only was my hair matted and greasy but it also had something in it - is that cheese again? Where in the world did this come from!?!?! To make matters worse, in the confines of my car I could actually smell myself. I mean honestly - I had showered less than 24 hours ago. I have completely no physical activity since then. HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE!?!?!?!
So needless to say, I'm back at my home and completely mortified. I have learned my lesson. My Mema always said that a proper lady never went to town without her "face" on. Staring at my reflection in that vending machine, I fully grasped the severity of heeding my grandmother's advice. If nothing else, I will at least brush my teeth, throw on a baseball cap, and fresh clothes before I head into town again. Thank goodness I didn't see anyone that I knew!
Please tell me that someone else has had a similar experience. I cannot be the only woman on earth to be so embarrassed by her own reflection. Oye - I'm going to take a shower!!!