Don't you wish life had a "undo" button? Send a nasty note to your boss? Undo! Went a little too far last night? Undo! Enter a contest online showing a picture of you dressed, with your actual name on it? Un-fricking-do!!
Sigh. Life as a member of the terminally stupid sub-species never ceases to amaze - or amuse - me. Yesterday, my favorite women's clothing store sent an e-mail describing a contest they were having. First prize was a spa weekend and a $1,000 shopping spree. Thinking of the girly goodness of both a spa weekend and a thousand in pretty clothes basically turned my brain to mush - well, more mushy than normal, that is.
I put my collage together (Badly. I really suck at design and art and stuff. I can't even draw a stick figure. I kept asking myself while trying to design it, "What would Frédérique do? Anyway, I finished the entry, added my little essay on "What makes me feel beautiful" and hit the submit button.
Being the suspicious type, and knowing that the interweb is all linked and stuff, I cruised on over to Facebook. Golly! I noticed that the world now knew that I really loved girl's clothes from this store, and had entered a contest to get even more of them, with a link to my pretty little page. Delete! Undo! Delete! Undo! Delete! Cr**! Delete! Undo! %$*#! Undo! Delete! Undo! Delete! WhydidIdothis?! Delete! Undo!
I think I cleaned it off of Facebook before anyone else noticed that, . . . wow, I can clean up really well if I try.
So, now my concern is twofold; One, what if I win? I'm assuming that there will be the requisite publicity, and the entire world will know that I am now the proud owner of lots and lots of pretty clothes. Two, I've noticed that since I'm an oddity on their site and in this contest, that my page is getting plenty of looks. You know, that page with my picture and my guy name on it. Sigh. How do I manage to get myself into situations that even Lucy Ricardo couldn't wiggle (or cry) her way out of. I blame the brain damage.
So, below is my entry text for what makes me feel beautiful, and my awful collage. Enjoy! Oh, and use me as an example. Learn from my mistakes.
Kathi
I feel beautiful when...
I step outside the dressing room, and their jaws drop! I feel beautiful when they say, "You look just like a woman!" I feel beautiful when I look in the mirror, . . . and finally see ME looking back at me. I know I'm not exactly your normal customer at WH/BM - being a guy and all - but when I'm there, you always make me FEEL like I am. That, to me, is beautiful.
They say that clothes make the man. Believe it!