Sunday 6 September 2015

Flick-it !

I got into bed last night at about half twelve, switched on my tablet and settled myself down for a hearty game of AlphaBetty Saga, whilst waiting for the machine to kick in, I caught a glimpse of my reflection on the screen, etched upon my face was a look of utmost misery, my mouth was turned down and my eyes looked like mean slits, still hauntingly beautiful but very sullen not unlike Victoria Beckham. I had caught myself off guard, without posing and without craning my neck this way and that. I saw the real me. I was shocked.


'Cheer-up it might never happen'  I am no stranger to hearing those words from acquaintances. I am cheered up, it just doesn't show on my face much. Anyway, after the shock of last night, I decided I must make more of an effort to smile more, but it is such an effort, don't you agree? Anyway, to take the effort out of smiling, I've used a grey coloured kohl eyeliner pencil to make two very faint little flicks about 3mm in length and at 45 degree angles to each corner of my mouth, you can hardly see them but the effect is amazing. Even my maid of all work Carmen said I looked in 'fine fettle' this morning. (whatever that means)


A misery guts is what the onlooker sees but not always what the looked upon feels, so think on and look sharp the next time you say 'Cheer-up' to someone.
 

12 comments:

  1. I recently caught a rather close-up glimpse of myself in the back window of a car I was walking past. The sun was just right and I saw many lines and wrinkles that I was previously unaware. At home in the mirror I don't see them. : (

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    1. Outdoor exhibitionism in car-parks is popular here too, we call it dogging. Same with me, when I look in the mirror I see a young Joan Collins looking back at me and that's fine by me, however when I see myself in photographs I see Peggy Mount staring back. I think it's a mental disorder.

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    2. I think Peggy Mount (previous unknown to me) looks a bit like Princess.

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  2. Indeed, let us move on quickly and not dwell on these hideous glimpses of reality... I also seem to age incomprehensibly as soon as I move away from my magic make up mirror : (
    Sx

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    1. Yes lets. My next post is going to be a toe tapper.

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  3. Perhaps Carmen could carry an assortment of portable light diffuser panels and deploy the one that provides the most flattering lighting under the circumstances!

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    1. That would be nice LX. I think the lavender hue for supermarkets it might have a calming effect, as I do suffer with trolley rage. Perhaps Carmen could erect a portable DJ's booth on wheels to make it easier for her to follow me around when I'm walking the streets at night looking for men and for that she'll need the Super Trouper

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  4. I am a well known wearer of the bitch face. Like you I am used to the 'cheer up, love it may never happen'. People have said it to me since I was about six.
    I do agree that smiling for no good reason takes such a lot of effort. I think I'm too far gone though and would need Joker make-up Ceasar Romero style to make a difference. Sod it, you've inspired me. I'm going to wear it to work tomorrow.xx

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    1. Lets visit Glasgow draped in an England flag, that'll put the smile back on our faces.

      Make sure you wash it off before hubby sees it, otherwise he may think you've been in a 'playful' mood.

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  5. The only people who smile for no reason are the mentally defective.

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    1. The same people who whoop and cheer at street entertainers.

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