Yesterday, I had to be out early meeting and greeting with the public. I was wearing my signature head to toe, over and under…black. Okay. I added a smidge of color with some peach shine lip gloss. I am a fashion diva. See Elen laughing.

Well into meeting and greeting, the eyes popped open and I looked down at my black shoes. Blinked and looked again. Please tell me my socks are not dark navy. Maybe I just needed a little Visine. Nope. Definitely dark navy. Crap. Crap. Crap. I took a quick scan of the room. Lots of guys, hopefully of the color-challenged variety. Everyone looked as bleary-eyed as me. The odds were good that nobody would notice; or if they did, no one would care. I couldn’t wait to slink away.

I met up with a best friend forever afterwards. She looked at me and said, “What? Did you just come from a funeral?”

“Hey,” I said. “My socks are navy.” Saved by the dark navy socks. The socks of shame had just morphed into super hero socks.

This morning, I’m making a mad dash out the door — again — feeling every bit the White Rabbit from Alice In Wonderland. I flip the cap off my Dove Ultimate Clear, and I’m looking at empty grid. Unh. Crap. Crap. Crap. Did I mention that I’m not a morning person? I suck at mornings. My hand shot out and grabbed the super-sized Mennen Speed Stick Original with the great clean scent and 24 hour protection. I was a desperate woman. Okay?

Now, I feel like I’m wandering around with Mr. G, honey stowed in my pocket. I smell good. Not feminine, but  g o o d . I’m hoping Mr. G, honey is too busy to read CBAB this week and won’t find out that he’s sharing his manly Mennen with me. I imagine I’m just one good nuzzle away from being outed anyway.

Tomorrow, I’m off to one of my favorite towns, Niagara-on-the-Lake, for some live theater and lunch. I had my hair blow-dried straight today. I’ll be sleeping on my face tonight, otherwise it’s just going to be another I-suck-at-mornings morning.

If you’re ever in Ontario, you must visit NOTL. This is one of the many reasons. This is another. And another.

WIP is the order of the remainder of the day.


2 thoughts on “Classy…

  1. You are far more of a morning person than I, Miss Elen.And now you know why I have sample/travel sizes of toiletries stashed all over the place. I don’t open my eyes until two hours after I’ve been out of bed.

    I’m in NOTL three times a week and I drive past a LOT of wineries. They all have world class chefs on the premises as well. Enjoy.


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