Every morning I sit at my vanity and get ready for the day. I keep a notebook and pen handy so that when I think of something I have to do or have an inspiration, I can jot it down. I sing in front of the mirror. Drink a big ol' glass of OJ. Put my makeup on and scowl at the wrinkles and discolorations in my skin that seem to increase at warp speed. I usually have Gideon underfoot; he loves the sweet smells of a girl getting primped.
And one thing continually bothers me. With all the prettiness that surrounds me at my vanity, the labels on bottles and containers stick out like a bad billboard on a scenic road. So I grabbed two sheets of scrapbook paper, cut them to size and taped them to my hair spray and baby powder.(I need to get a life.)
6 hours ago