GAVIN AND I WERE IN AN ACCIDENT -- but we're still alive!!!!!

OKAY, Y'ALL...NO TWO WAYS ABOUT IT, I AM A MAJOR KLUTZ!

I'd like to blame my age, but I've always lacked in the coordination department. Well, today I'm sporting a black eye to prove my inability to walk in a straight line. Ha!

And here is the UGLY, and I mean UGLY, photo of it (and me), taken with my computer lens. Even without a black eye, these computer cameras are for the birds! Does it make any difference to you that I didn't have on a particle of makeup? It does to me, and I'll show you why in a second.





Now for the story of what happened:

I was chasing my one-year-old grandson Gavin yesterday playing..."I'm gonna get you!...". I mean what grandma doesn't play that game, right? Anyway, when I scooped him up we tripped, ur, I tripped. (Looking back, I believe I actually stepped out of my stupid, loose sandal, turning my ankle.) All I really know is one second we were playing in the driveway, and the next, we were lying flat out, he screaming from the goose egg he'd acquired when his head met the pavement, and me moaning when the left side of my face scraped the pitted driveway. I also have a bruised up arm, elbow, and leg, which you won't get the pleasure of seeing. I know, I know, you're deeply disappointed by that. All in all, though, I'm a mess! I'm throwing away those sandals, too! Dumb things. It's all their fault. (By the way, Gavin is fine. His goose egg amounted to nothing more than a couple of scratch marks today. I think I fared worse because I was instinctively trying to protect him, so I took the brunt - as any grandma would.)

Now, here's the cool thing: I took one look in the mirror this morning and groaned, "I'm not going anywhere today! Even Cecil looked at me and in that pathetic tone of his and said, "Oooooh, Babe."

Well, I dragged out my cosmetic bag, of which I have some very dandy, somewhat expensive, makeup called Bare Escentuals. Ever hear of it? Everything is in powder form, and the foundation is, well, almost magical. (This sounds like a commercial.) Granted it's rather caked on the "strawberry" mark I got across my cheek and under my eye, so you'll see the white powerdy glow, but...look at my transformation. I might even go out in public today!



I didn't touch up the photo. What you see where that white sheen is is a thick layer of powder foundation.

In fact, I'll take another photo with my computer screen, so you can really see the comparison in black and white.



You all ought to run out to your nearest Bare Escentuals store -- or look online. (Ebay has it!) This stuff works.

P.S. Sorry, men. I should have warned you this was for women only. But wait! MOTHER'S DAY IS COMING!!!!!!

Hugs and love...
Shar

When you look at the black and whites taken from the computer lens it is like looking in a mirror; the color pic was taken with my digital, thereby reversing the image. In other words, we're used to looking at snapshots and looking at, say a right cheek when we're actually looking at a left cheek. Your brain makes the reversal for you. In the three shots of me, you're actually looking at my left cheek (on my FACE, people!!!) in all three photos, even though it seems as if I turned my face another direction. Make sense?

Another P.S. I just realized this could win some sort of award for being the STUPIDEST BLOG IN BLOGWORLD!