Vanity gets its Comeuppance.
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ladymirthToday, I feel like four of the seven dwarfs rolled into one dour-faced, pestilential woman. Sneezy, Sleepy, Grumpy and Dopey have all taken up residence in my cold-ridden head until I feel like All Andrews from the Discworld series, who is a beggar with a severe case of multiple personality disorder (he has six people living in his head, one of them a woman).
My female vanity has had a blow this day. I was supposed to go with my Dad to the opticians this evening and pick up my new glasses. I have been using contact lenses for the past few weeks and had no desire to bother with glasses again, but Dad insisted. I took one look at my red-nosed, puffy-eyed, bloated-faced self in the mirror and decided I didn't care if I scared small children and heart patients. I put on a tatty old blouse and finger combed my hair (which had decided to be temperamental as well; I haven't had hair this frizzy since I was in school) and called myself good to go. They probably didn't stand on ceremony when they were doling out people's spectacles over the counter, I thought.
So I got my glasses and was wearing them at the reception for the first time in months while I waited for my father to bring the cab around.
A gorgeous apparition of a girl suddenly appeared in front of me. She was tall, dressed in a clothes that hugged her hourglass figure, very fair of complexion and sported a chic shoulder-length layered hairstyle with curls framing her face. It was only her smile I recognized.
It was Mithila, who had been a good friend of mine during my Advanced Level Examination years. I had completely lost touch with her since we had both left school.
I was stunned. Mithila, while a sweet soul, had been very much on the plump side for as long as I can remember, with curly hair and glasses. I could only gape at this willowy goddess in disbelief, while she squealed and hugged and we exchanged "it's been so longs" and "how are yous" and "have you heard froms".
I have always had a running theory about this phenomenon among girls in Sri Lanka. The moment they leave school and finish their exams, they step on this machine (like a car wash) with a giant conveyer belt. Awkward, countrified school girls in uniforms and hated pigtails go in one end and they come out on the other as stylish young women abut two sizes smaller, with cute layered hairdos and highlights, dressed in the height of fashion and with half their eyebrows missing. That's the only explanation I can think of for not being able to recognize nearly all of my former clssmates if Imet them on the street.
Now, Mithila is a good friend of mine and I'm thrilled that she looks so happy and beautiful. She looks more self-assured than I've ever known her to be, and I'm going to invite her over next month, now that I have her phone number again.
But why oh why did she have to see me, for the first time since leaving school, on the one day I was looking like a bedraggled Tigger from Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day?
Vanity, you know. Never a good thing.
P.S: In other news, the Awesomecakes are still being given out so keep the comments coming. I'm just taking tonight off for a bit because I need to spend some quality time with my box of Sorbex tissues and profess my love to a bottle of Piriton. I take a bit of care and time with each reply, which is why it's taking a bit long. But please keep commenting! Awesomecakes are fun things to spend time on!
*hugs my lovely flist*
My female vanity has had a blow this day. I was supposed to go with my Dad to the opticians this evening and pick up my new glasses. I have been using contact lenses for the past few weeks and had no desire to bother with glasses again, but Dad insisted. I took one look at my red-nosed, puffy-eyed, bloated-faced self in the mirror and decided I didn't care if I scared small children and heart patients. I put on a tatty old blouse and finger combed my hair (which had decided to be temperamental as well; I haven't had hair this frizzy since I was in school) and called myself good to go. They probably didn't stand on ceremony when they were doling out people's spectacles over the counter, I thought.
So I got my glasses and was wearing them at the reception for the first time in months while I waited for my father to bring the cab around.
A gorgeous apparition of a girl suddenly appeared in front of me. She was tall, dressed in a clothes that hugged her hourglass figure, very fair of complexion and sported a chic shoulder-length layered hairstyle with curls framing her face. It was only her smile I recognized.
It was Mithila, who had been a good friend of mine during my Advanced Level Examination years. I had completely lost touch with her since we had both left school.
I was stunned. Mithila, while a sweet soul, had been very much on the plump side for as long as I can remember, with curly hair and glasses. I could only gape at this willowy goddess in disbelief, while she squealed and hugged and we exchanged "it's been so longs" and "how are yous" and "have you heard froms".
I have always had a running theory about this phenomenon among girls in Sri Lanka. The moment they leave school and finish their exams, they step on this machine (like a car wash) with a giant conveyer belt. Awkward, countrified school girls in uniforms and hated pigtails go in one end and they come out on the other as stylish young women abut two sizes smaller, with cute layered hairdos and highlights, dressed in the height of fashion and with half their eyebrows missing. That's the only explanation I can think of for not being able to recognize nearly all of my former clssmates if Imet them on the street.
Now, Mithila is a good friend of mine and I'm thrilled that she looks so happy and beautiful. She looks more self-assured than I've ever known her to be, and I'm going to invite her over next month, now that I have her phone number again.
But why oh why did she have to see me, for the first time since leaving school, on the one day I was looking like a bedraggled Tigger from Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day?
Vanity, you know. Never a good thing.
P.S: In other news, the Awesomecakes are still being given out so keep the comments coming. I'm just taking tonight off for a bit because I need to spend some quality time with my box of Sorbex tissues and profess my love to a bottle of Piriton. I take a bit of care and time with each reply, which is why it's taking a bit long. But please keep commenting! Awesomecakes are fun things to spend time on!
*hugs my lovely flist*
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Date: 2008-03-09 02:26 am (UTC)And thanks
*squishes you insanely and promises to NEVER EVER let go*
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Date: 2008-03-09 06:45 am (UTC)