Perfection!

Fleeting Beauty

My family is gorgeous! Jenn is a luscious redhead with a killer figure and legs to here. Gerry, or Le Marquis de Mason, as we like to call him, has a smile that can light up a room and it’s genuine. Me, I am the quintessential mousy brown haired standard femme, a tad on the dumpy side. In my exercise gear I look like five pounds of sugar in a two pound bag, and I smile a lot too.

This week, however, I’ve been renovated! I have a new front tooth, courtesy of the same dentist who works on tennis player Francesca Schiavone when she’s in town. My hair, of which there is lots, has been highlighted to give it some pow factor and brighten it up. I have applied the latest non-medical skin cream, something that promises to have results, ‘instantly’. There have been two ‘instants’ so I’m glowing confidently like Madonna on a date.

My clothes are pressed, having been carefully selected for the occasion, a family photo shoot, and I am READY. In fact we’re all about as photogenic and truly lovely as we ever get. Jenn and Gerry are immaculate and I am pretty much sparkling too. My biggest fear, as I await my closeup? Please, please, don’t let me peak too soon!