Day 111: Three Cheating Confessions

As I mentioned in last week's post, "3 Reflections on 100 Days Without Mirrors," I've had a few slip-ups lately.  I thought ya'll might enjoy reveling in my ineptitude.

1) Shopping for wedding jewelry.
Several weeks ago I looked at wedding jewelry with my future mother-in-law, Sherry (of past Anthropologie try-on fame!).  We were only seeking inspiration.  Sherry, a former art teacher, is one of those amazing creative types who can make anything.  I asked (begged!) her to make my wedding jewelry, and she accepted. On her suggestion, we looked at some pre-made designs for inspiration.  I fell in love with this GORGEOUS coin-pearl necklace at Gumps.  Sherry took a photo on my iPhone, for her memory.  And then.... I totally peeked at it when nobody was looking!  Of course, Michael picked up the phone a few minutes later and I'd left the image up on the screen. Caught red-handed!   (But isn't that necklace sooo pretty!?!)

2) Clubbing (ad nauseam).

This guy would have been boring at Re-Tox.
(original image here)

A few weeks ago on a Friday night, Michael and I stumbled into this lounge called Re-Tox, and found ourselves in the midst of crazy-time.   The crowd could only be described as .... eclectic: lots of dreadlocks, a few mohawks, numerous combat boots, several clearly home-made (home-ruined?) body-piercings, and what looked to be a sprinkling of orgies in the club's dark corners.  

If you didn't know this already, Michael and I are total yuppie squares.  We were intimidated, but persevered.  After allowing the bouncer to stamp our stomachs for discounted admission (okay, we are cheap yuppie squares), we ordered a round of incredibly strong drinks and tried, hopelessly, to blend in.  Fast forward a few minutes, and suddenly I felt like Alice-in-Wonderland-After-TooManyMaiTais.  How much rum did she put in my drink!!?!  I glimpsed a poster advertising "Goth Swingers Night, THURSDAY!" (no joke) and bolted to the ladies room for a time-out.  Upon arrival, I went to a sink, splashed some water on my face, and looked up... into a mirror.  Oops.  Joke was on me: I looked like Alice-in-Wonderland-After-TooManyMaiTais: blonde, bewildered, bleary-eyed.  Time to go home!

Stunning Annie Leibovitz image found here.

3) Moving apartments (again!)
As happened the last time I moved, living in a new environment totally threw off my mirror-avoidance abilities.  We took the curtains off of the mirrors at our old place, and then took almost 2 weeks to put them back up at our new place.  The bad news: I've been cheating a lot over the past 1 1/2 weeks.  The good news: (a) the curtains went back up TODAY, and (b) I figured out how put on eyeliner sans-mirrors!  (This should come in handy for my DIY wedding day makeup!)

Thanks for your forgiveness (I hope!) in regard to these little dalliances I've been having with myself.  It was fun while it lasted, but I've renewed my vows and am newly re-committed!

Question - Have you ever cheated on YOURSELF, in any way?  I'd love to hear your own confessions!  :)


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