A Barn Looks Better Painted

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My grandma has told me, ever since I was about 11 years old, that "a barn looks better painted."

 Now, I could barely run a comb through my hair without shrieking in pain (melodramatic much?) and the color pink wasn't allowed if I wanted to hang with the neighborhood goobers--so you can guess that I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about for probably 5 years. 

Well, the tables have indeed turned. One wouldn't have to look too hard to find me at Sephora dropping a hefty sum on makeup or other beautifications. I catch your drift, grandma, and I will try to make you proud.


However, sometimes this whole "painting the barn" thing ain't easy. Sure you might look great in the morning but what happens when you run out the door and the air is so humid you could slice it with a knife? 

Oh yeah, your face falls off! All of your effort profusely sweats away.

What about the time you tried a fierce red lip for your first date with Teddy at the opera? 

I don't care what the commercials say, either your teeth are stained red or you have some sort of filament in the corners of your mouth by the end of the night.  Grody, for sure!

What about the time your wanted a smokey eye for the New Year's Eve party? 

You had an itch and rubbed your eye like crazy. Great, now one eye looks like you were in a fight with Mike Tyson.


Dear Grandma,

SOS

Sincerely,

Gertrude