Cinderella Prepares for the Ball

Last Edit October 28, 1998

First, thank you to all of you who have written to me concerned that I do recover. And anxious that I report EVERYTHING about the date.
Well, maybe not everything.....
I am recovering. Chaos surrounds me.
My cold is leaving. My son has it. He whines and complains all over the house. Then he gets cranky. Cranky teenage boys are a pain. But I do love him so I try to endure.
I let him stay home from school for a day. He spent four hours on the roof eating peanut butter sandwiches (no jelly) and reading. The contractor found him there. He used to get on the roof when it was a tar flat roof. Now it is repitched with shingles. And a large hole where they just punched in the new room addition.
Oh well.
My face is pinkish. I peeled like a snake this weekend. The forehead is almost as smooth as a baby. Almost. I still have the ability to raise my eyebrows or frown or squint. I try not to. The lines will return in time.
My eyes don't need a tube of cover-up - and when the dark circles return (they haven't figured out how to stop that - the dark is from veins), it is smooth so it will wear makeup better and look good, i.e., not like a stucco wall. The Dr. thinks they are lovely.
The spots that could have led to skin cancer are gone - it is the one primary reason to go through this mess.
I now have cortisone ointment - to get the red out (use 3 times a day for a week). Silicon Forte - to keep the sun spots at bay (use for 3 months - twice a day). Top that with Ti-Sun sun screen/sun block level 15 - use that forever. And keep the sun off my face and neck. Then I can put on makeup.
This is fine if I have the time to apply in 15 minute intervals.
And if I don't get overheated.
Then I glow. Like a light bulb.
Do you get overheated having dinner with a tall blond god?
I complained to the Doctor that I hadn't seen pictures this bad. He said, "Oh. Didn't I show you THAT one?"
Nope.
The doctor now says that it will take a full 3 months to recover - I am halfway there. I have "firm" areas by the jaw (deeper burn). My nose is getting ready to shed. But I don't scare people anymore.
I cut out the dress. The long black wrap dress. It is a fake wrap - there is really a full dress underneath.
And it is not 18-20W - it is size 16 - with darts. Long sleeves. Straight to the floor. A walking slit halfway up the thigh in back. The nap on this silky version of velvet is flowing in the right direction. I was careful. It will be perfect. (Simplicity pattern 9352)

I have a waist.
Who knew?
I just can't breath much. Not yet.
Does one breath in the presence of a tall blond god?
I am staying on my diet. Trying not to cheat. The Doctor is happy. The other Doctor.
I did the basic assembly - but I will fit it the day before I go.
Can't be falling out of this one.
No drapes to be wrapped around my neck.
No stretch fabric to decide it should be looser than intended.
Only elegance is allowed.
I will wear pearls. Nolan Miller or Joan Rivers. I have them.
I am debating about shoes. I bought 8 pairs - all black - but maybe not good enough. I have a few more weekends. Can't have enough black shoes. I want t-straps. I want fancy. I have suede and black leather, closed heel and open, strapped and unstrapped.
I have the most expensive purse I have ever owned in my life. Normally I am the fannypack kid. This is Microfiber. From Easy Spirit. And new wallet and change packet to match. Ditto the dollars. I don't know what possessed me. (Oh, I can guess!) These will be my Christmas gifts. I will put them under the tree. In my new room. For now, I will set them up for the trip.
The purse can hold my cameras. Two have to go along. With 400 and 800 film. New batteries. Oh yes.
I need more photos. I only have three albums of Fabio photos. Not nearly enough.
I have time yet. I should be able to pack at least 6 times.
Check my list a few more after that. And have hysterics at least once a day.
I spent last night scanning Fabio romance cover art for the web. Gentle Warrior.
I had to be sedated to sleep.