Lady You're Crazy

On Sunday I was enlightened, you might say, on the source of my singleness...Apparently it's because I choose not to wear makeup.

A dear, sweet (married) sister in our ward felt it her responsiblilty to inform us single sisters of just what we are doing wrong. I would like to dwell a moment on the two erroneous ideas she shared with us (if you want more and haven't read Marges' blog you might enjoy it).

#1: "if you're going to be a naturalist, you'd better be miiiiighty beautiful."
#2: "you girls who think a man is going to love you whether you wear makeup or not are fooling yourselves"

To this I say BAH!

Mom is famous for saying to us girls from time to time "even an old barn looks better with a fresh coat of paint" -- her idea of a fresh coat of paint consisted primarily of making sure her lipstick was on straight before we got to church on Sunday. I can live with that. (Over the years-all 31 of them-I've realized there are those out there who truly appreciate the old barn for its rustic natural beauty.)

Ironically, I have two beautiful sisters who somehow managed to find wonderful spouse wearing little or no makeup. The mind reels...I've never been accused of being "as plain as an old mud fence" or being "hit by the ugly stick." But alas, there is no hope for makeup-less girls like me. Once again, to this I say BAH!

I've never been so tempted to stand up and say "Lady, you're crazy" or to just walk out...after all there was an adorable tuxedo cat outside the church that I would have much rather spent my hour with.

If only Lorelai Gilmore had been around to say "You've exhausted all of your talking rights by being crazy." Then she would have carefully escorted the offender to her chair.