My favorite look from last week was applied with great care, albeit amateur technique. Nevertheless I gave it may all. The irony here, and for certain, the comedy of it all was resounding. I ran errands feeling put together, as we all do when we put a bit of extra effort into the process. While out and about I ran into an individual whom I hadn't seen for quite some time. We exchanged greetings, and then she said the nicest and most profound things about me. It was very moving. AND then...it happened! The unthinkable. She moved toward me in what seemed like slow motion. I was frozen with fear because I sensed what was about to happen...and then it did! She reached out and grabbed my face, squeezing my cheeks the way you would caress the cheeks of a toddler. It seemed like a lifetime as she squeezed...my face moved back & forth in her ample hands. Movements seemed slow and voices seemed loud. I was speechless because all I could think about was the time that I had taken to apply my makeup. We said our goodbyes as she walked away with my carefully applied face in her hands. I erupted in hysterical laughter, keeping my face down as I hurried to my car.