As much as I'd like to think otherwise, I am not a woman of elegance. Oh, yes, I've spent my time imagining I have a long elegant neck without thick ruts. I imagine my slender self (yeah, right) practically waltzing across the floor with ease and grace.
But then I do write fiction.
Here's the thing. I'm losing my eyebrows and eyelashes. Please don't feel sorry for me. I'm okay with that. It's just another of life's challenges. But I am determined not to look "sick." I want to wear wigs and makeup, jewelry, sparkles, all that. But for the life of me, I'm terrified to put on fake eyelashes and eyebrows. And do you know why? Because I'm NOT a woman of elegance. I'm of the I Love Lucy variety.
I can see it now. I'm out to lunch, laughing and having a wonderful time when my eye starts twitching. I'm trying to ignore it, but my friend is noticing. Something blurs my vision and I realize a hair too late (pardon the pun) that it's my eyelashes, which by now have fallen into my water glass. See what I mean?
Then there are the fake eyebrows. I've looked at those online. All I can think of is Tim Allen in "Christmas With the Cranks". Remember his eyebrows after the plastic surgery?
Maybe I'd be better off going all natural--unless, of course, you can come up with a better solution for me??????