I Don't Get It

I guess it should say, "I Didn't Get It."

Today I had a stranger come up to me in Target.  She was young, pretty, and she very politely ask if I've ever been offered a free Mary Kay makeover?  I grinned from ear-to-ear, because I was sure she had just payed me the BIGGEST compliment.  I said, "Yup, myyyyy... sister-in-law sells Mary Kay."  It was a bold faced lie, but I didn't want to hurt her feelings.  She just smiled and I thanked her for the compliment and turned to walk away.  As soon as I turned, it HIT me.

WHEN SOMEONE OFFERS YOU A MAKEOVER, IT ISN'T A COMPLIMENT!!!!

Suddenly, I took stock of what I looked like.  It was bleak.

Overalls from the Moses Lake farming store
Bangs so long they get tangled in my eyelashes
Plain white t-shirt
Hair that used to be in a bun, but now a collection of tweakers barely held in by a clip (a clip that was missing 2 teeth and hanging on for dear life)

(me cleaning the Cheetos out of my teeth so Ray can take my picture)

 (me in ALL my glory)

Apparently painted toenails and pearl earrings alone can't redeem a pair of overalls and bad hair.