Vanity be damned?

"I believe. I believe. It's silly, but I believe." ~ Natalie Wood

in a Miracle on 34th Street

Whew!  What a week.  My son has been ill since Sunday with a N.A.S.T.Y. stomach bug.  Double ick.  He's lost 8 lbs in four days and is dehydrated.  I'm tired of doing loads and loads of laundry to keep him in clean everything.  Poor boy.  But I will do whatever it takes to get him back on his feet.  


This week I am adjusting to new eye glasses. I know.  Me.  In glasses.  Forevah!!  The outside noise of eye glasses is distracting, especially as I lift my fork to my mouth, glance up, glance to the side...there is a disturbance as I move my eyes.   I have to move my whole entire head just to see things clearly.  This is new and odd.  I think we're going to have an adjustment period my glasses and I. 

My new eyes!

Somehow  I am now allergic to contact lenses.  Hence the new glasses.  How does this happen?  I have my mother's DNA to thank for my quirky allergies, she was the Queen of Quirky Allergies. Thank you, Jo.  

Mi Madre, Jo.  And no, I don't look a thing like her.

In October/November after weeks of feeling crappy, puffy eyes, hives, swollen lips {And if one's lips are going to be SWOLLEN can't they be evenly swollen so there's a bit of sex appeal admist the puffy eyes and hives?}, red itchy eyes and several trips to the allergist it was determined I was allergic to my make-up.  {MOAN}  {Note: I now use Bare Minerals on a limited basis - I'm not completely au naturel...Thank you, God!}  You would think I would have recognized SOME of the symptoms I was experiencing this time, but nooooo...it took me about five week of feeling crappy and several visits to the eye doctor for us to get to the bottom of this mystery, Scooby.  

This isn't me, and a slight exaggeration..but close to what I looked like.
You get the idea.  Not so pretty, is it? 

This is where I put into practice all those books on gratitude I have read of late.  If I'm going to talk the talk, I better walk the walk {Thanks to the Flemings for this one}.  I'm grateful my eyes are no longer goopy and I can wear glasses...that I am not blind, and I can still read my beloved books, see the leaves on the trees, each blade of grass and the blue sky.   I am grateful I don't have hives, itchy red eyes and my skin is clear again {VANITY}.  

I can see clearly now the goop has gone. 

Let's just hope and pray the hair products aren't next.  {This would be a very bad thing in Girl World}. That would just be CRUEL!  {VANITY}.  HA! HA!  Okay, maybe I'm a little serious here.  That would make it three strikes, wouldn't it?  But if it should happen, I have a Plan B ready and waiting.  I'm thinking a Jamie Lee Curtis haircut would do. This hair cut wouldn't require much in the way of hair products...I hope. 

My future hairstyle? 

van·i·ty

   [van-i-tee]  Show IPAnoun, plural -ties, adjective

–noun

1.

excessive pride in one's appearance {THIS ONE IS MINE, I OWN IT!!}, qualities, abilities,achievements, etc.; character or quality of being vain; conceit.  Aren't most girls 

just a bit vain?

I will have to get to know this new me.  Love me, love my glasses!

Who is that girl in the mirror looking back at me?
She is not me.  
She is not me.  
She is not me. 
Who do I see?