Do you ever feel like that Mary Carpenter song entitled, “Sometimes You’re the Windshield, Sometimes You’re the Bug?” This is life in a nutshell. There will be those days when you have your act together and then the days when “the dawg does not hunt.” I think it keeps us in balance.Recently, I had a similar experience I call a dose of glamour and a slice of humble pie.
Many yeeaars ago, when I was Miss South Carolina, I had been in three parades in one day and, totally fatigued, decide to break my rule of looking queenly. I put on a pair of jeans and removed my make-up; a true “plain Jane” look.” It was one of those days beyond feeling like “sometimes you’re the bug.” It was more like “sometimes you are the statue; sometimes you are the pigeon.” I felt like the statue.
Speeding down I-26 on my way to Charleston, I heard the all too familiar siren approaching behind me. Yes, it was what I feared. “Driver’s license; registration, please Ma’am?” said the highway patrolman in a deep voice. All I could think of is how much trouble I was getting into with the Miss SC pageant folks. I was driving a car given to me for my year so this was not a good thing. On top of that, I looked like the Hag Queen.
I gingerly handed the officer my license and registration. He walked back to his car, which is not a good sign. He came back to my car and handed me a warning. I was so delighted I handed him my official Miss South Carolina picture in full beauty queen mode; crown, gown and make up. “Thank you so much! This is for you!” He took the picture and stood for a moment staring at the queenly photo. He removed his glasses and looked even closer. Then he looked and me and said, “Dog-gone. Do you know her?”
Presently, I had to get myself in front of the camera lens. Ughhh. It was fun long ago but now the word is PHOTOSHOP. Leave it to Josh Norris and Susan Grant to make me feel like queen for a day. It was fun to spend the afternoon wearing several fun outfits and the watching how Josh can create his own special brand of magic. It was a dose of glamour.
It was late when I arrive home and I saw that Josh had posted some of my proofs on Facebook. With one eyelash dangling I managed to see one of my proofs to print for Thomas.
I ran upstairs and woke the poor man up. I was so excited; I wanted to share the magic. “Hey, Honey! Look at this,” I said with excitement. Thomas propped himself up, put on his glasses and stared at my new glamorous shot. “Well,” I said. Say something.” He said, “Who is it?”
