Yesterday morning I awoke with a list of chores longer than my arm, which is usual for a Saturday morning. The nice thing about Saturdays is I get to visit our local farmer’s market, today though, I had plenty of extra time to get ready. The teenage boy who may have stayed up a bit to late the previous night, may have had an extra beer, asked me to drive him to work for 10 a.m.
On Saturdays, I’m always up by 7 a.m. phoning the lovely lady (who I purchase my chicken from), with my order; then I phone the good-looking men who will have my beef order ready for when I appear at the market. Today, with the extra time given to me by the teenage boy, I thought I would put on some make-up rather than just getting up and hoping in the van. I decided to use a cream blush rather than the powder so my freckles would still show (now if I was still in high school, I would have tried everything to hide those damn freckles of mine). Next I slithered into my skinny jeans and a nice lace top.
Looking fairly presentable I drove the teenage boy to work and went on to the market. I pick up my chicken and beef orders, then wander around to find the Ontario VQA wines (they are made with 100% Ontario grapes) that are now being sold on the first level. I didn’t end up buying any wine, but I do get some eggs and a few cucumbers.
Once I leave the market, where it was rather cool inside, I am hit with a blast of heat. I am very hot (not that kind of hot) in my skinny jeans and lace top, then being all hormonal I get a
wonderful flipping hot flash to boot. As soon as I arrive home I change into a sundress, throw a load of laundry in, and drive off to Costco for a few things plus some gas. In Costco, I go into the freezer for milk and cream. The freezer must be set at -30 Celsius, okay maybe not that cold, but I was left with chills all over my body, of course no hot flash then to warm me up.
Arriving home, middle child helps me bring in the few things I purchased, and I sit down to rest when she says “Mom you know you have red streaks running down the right side of your cheeks?” Damn, and more damn. Apparently when I was going from one hot environment to a cold one, the lovely cream blush I had so gingerly applied to my face in order to look pretty, had run down the side of my face. I now look like one of those (I won’t mention the store) ladies who have their picture all over the internet.
Note: if someone did take my picture and uploaded it to the internet, hopefully no one will recognize me. Next week I am going make-up free to the market and any other store I happen to visit, especially that one I won’t mention.