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Those of you who have been following my blog know that I am frequently surprised when I look in the mirror because I look nothing like who I am (and I don’t carry a comb in my purse).

Well, imagine my shock when I looked in the mirror this morning! Apparently, I am The Man With The Red Eyes which is quite unsettling because all along I was thinking I was Mrs Whatsit (hopefully everyone has read A Wrinkle in Time, one of my all time favorite children’s stories).

In the spirit of Mrs Whatsit, I can say whole-heartedly that this could not have happened to a better person than me (Mrs Whatsit had been a star that sacrificed itself by exploding). While most people are out shopping for a new holiday dress, getting their nails done, and picking out the perfect accessories, I am not. Hence, who better to be the lady at the party with the big, red bloody eye?

The big party is Friday night. It is my sister-in-law’s 60th birthday gathering (Happy Birthday Cathy) which will include several of my husband’s relatives I haven’t seen in awhile including a slim, male cousin who called me fat in 1996. Yes, he used the word fat and it stung because I immediately dropped 50 pounds. Unfortunately, I gained it back just in time to see him again  a few years later and then lost 50 AGAIN and now here I am up 50 and I have a big bloody red eye.image

Originally my plan was to go with a “frumpy” look.  Old dress, tights, nails of varying lengths, and zero accessories.

Now I have an accessory! Tony pointed out a matching green one on the other side, would be especially festive.