How did mirrors come into our world? I can’t help thinking how much easier life would be without them.
I’ve been running around in an old terry clothe bathrobe all day and I refuse to look in a mirror because I already know how bad I look. All that’s missing are the curlers in my hair.
My bathrobe was bought in the states almost 10 years ago and is only now becoming comfy after many many washings. I didn’t buy it because it looked good but because it was quality at a good price. Somehow the old bathrobe never looks sexy on me like it does on the fashion models.
Anyway, while I was standing out in the foyer smoking…I don’t smoke in my little apartment; I was smiling at how ridiculous I must look. I’m quite sure you would never see a French woman venturing outside her apartment looking like this.
Then I began to think about how comfy I was and why did it matter whether I was beautiful or not? Wouldn’t it be nice if we didn’t have mirrors, that we were just accepted as we are in our own skin?
Can anyone else see the benefits of this or is it just that I’ve become a boring old person?
3 comments:
oh! how I agree with you! No matter how I try (and to be honest, I don't try very hard), I jus cannot manage to look sleek and sophisticated, whatever I wear. A scarf looks like a neck brace on me and a bathrobe looks like a potato sack tied in the middle.
However, one of the many advantages of growing older is that I don't actually care how I look anymore...I walk to work in clumpy old trainers, for example (which I wouldn't have been seen dead in a few years ago) and sometimes I can't be bothered to change into my shoes when I get there, so I leave them on. Remember that poem by Jenny Joseph? When I am an old woman I shall wear purple... etc etc - now I understand it!!
I've been thinking about it a bit more since I posted this late last night.
While I still believe it would be a better world if we functioned without mirrors, we dressed for comfort and necessity rather than vanity my thinking is probably due to my lack of desire to mate. I no longer have the need to preen my feathers. ;)
That poem is one of my favorites btw.
Not just mirrors...but magazines...TV...movies...oh..and my mother telling me that I need to dress better!
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