Making a spectacle of myself is not something I am wont to do unless advocating for the underdog or against some “machine” or other. But I nearly did today.
When my seventy-something neighbour approached me years ago out of the blue with an unanticipated accusation, I barely knew what to say to her. My husband stood there gaping in our kitchen as she fairly yelled at me.
“Janice, why didn’t you tell me I have all these wrinkles? My face looks so old! Why didn’t you tell me?”
In my eyes, in the five years we had lived across the street from her, she hadn’t changed one whit so I didn’t know what to say. Before I could manage to tell her that I didn’t know what to say, she clarified everything in her next statement.
“I just got my new glasses today and I was shocked when I looked in the mirror. I didn’t even recognize myself! I am a wrinkly old lady!” she said.
I could hear my husband suppressing laughter as he left us alone in the room.
“Oh,” I said, still not sure what to say.
That was before I had to start wearing eyeglasses myself.
That was before I realized I probably need a prescription upgrade.
Short on clothes to choose from since I am at a home away from home, I donned some acid wash leg-snugging blue jeans that weren’t originally mine, a soft cotton, baby-pink long-sleeved, scoop necked T that I normally use as sleep wear because the scoop is too low for public consumption (for me, in my opinion, that is) and a pair of pink and blue plaid cloth loafers I normally use as slippers.
The sun was shining and I was outside doing a few chores in the yard when I caught my reflection in the sliding glass doors and thought, who is she?
She looks so much younger, so flawless, I thought, there, that’s what I wish I look like. No one was about for me to make a spectacle of myself before I realized what I was really looking at. Me! And I can honestly say that I am living proof that some wishes do come true. Mine did.
As long as I postpone getting a new pair of spectacles.
- Look of the Day: Beach Babe (fabsugar.com)