I have always wanted to be prettier. I won't bore you with some of the crazy things I tried (as a young woman and last week) in an effort to look prettier, but let's just say I usually ended up disappointed and frustrated.
AND I never went to the prom! Nope, not once!
I hoped to go and would daydream about it but I was never invited. I don't know why. Maybe because I was too shy to make eye contact with anyone in high school and tried to be invisible.
My adored big sister Debbi went to all the proms and I loved to watch her get ready. She usually made her own formals. And oh, how pretty she looked with her big green eyes, her hair curled on top of her head, wearing long white gloves and floating in Wind Song (the perfume of my era). Her date (usually Cliff whom she ended up marrying) gazed at her with admiration. I was very proud of her.
No one guessed it, but inside I was a 100% girlie-girl. And I wanted to go to the dance.
But I never got asked. And going to the prom was something that girls in my "60-70s" generation were not supposed to care about, especially if they wore baggy levis, fringe jackets, beads and had hair down to here.
But it all turned out okay because last year…at the ripe age of 60 …I felt really pretty one day!
My niece, Nikki Jo, had an "Oscar's" party and invited me. It was "black tie"! How fun is that? So I borrowed my friend Elaina's black velvet formal with a slit on the side, sheer sleeves and some bling on the front bodice, got out my sparkly fake diamond earrings, black heels, etc. and got ready to look fancy.
It was a great party! Nikki had decorated her house very Hollywood-y and she had pictures of film stars and dangly glittery stars, everything black and gold. She also had a "Hair and Make-Up Booth" in one corner with various assortments of make-up and accessories and my niece Linsey (Nikki's sister) was working it. When we got there I climbed up on the stool and said "Oh, Linsey, can you make me pretty?"
Well, you have to know Linsey and what a KINDHEART she is; how creative and focused she is, how sweet and willing to do anything asked of her. She really really wanted me to feel pretty. So, she spent LOTS of time on me, used lots of different brushes and make-up palettes. She would apply a little make-up and then step back like an artist reviewing her canvas. I felt quite pampered. But I knew that when she finished and I looked in the mirror I would still see the same old, tired me with the "not quite pretty" look.
But, surprise! She was had magic in her wand and she made me really pretty for one night. See?
And that was all I needed. Now I can go back to being Cinderelly pre Fairy Godmother.
I don't know how to crop pictures in a blog :(
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