Thursday, January 6, 2011

Smoke, No Mirrors: The Ulitmate Culture Shock

During our winter holidays, we spent 2 weeks at our almost finished Cot Taj. It is out in the middle of no where, hours from civilization in the deep woods. Everything is coming along beautifully, but, as I said, it is still not complete. One of the things on the to do list is to get mirrors for the bathrooms.

As a contact lens wearer, I kind of need a mirror. As a woman, I definitely need a mirror! I dug through some boxes in the basement and found a 7 inch diameter, magnifying cosmetic mirror. That was our only mirror for two weeks.

After a while, you get used to not looking at yourself. There was no hair stying, no make up, no nothing. A blissful ignorance crept in and became comfortable.

Now that I'm back at home, that's another story. I can see myself in all directions. Every pimple. Every wrinkle. Every hair out of place and mismatched outfit. Hmmmmmmmmm. This is the ultimate culture shock.


Terri said...

Hey Deb! I have been away for a are tooo funny....I do feel your pain. I HATE mirrors :) I love you read your are so funny! Have a great week!

Deb said...

Hi Terri, great to hear from you. Happy New Year! I hope you have a fantastic 2011 and a great week, too!