On Grooming

I found myself at a meeting at a publishing company last week, with a lovely young editor. We were chatting about my days at a glossy magazine in the last century, and I said that I loved good grooming as much as anyone. Then I got home, looked in the mirror and thought to myself: "For shame!" Clearly I did not love grooming as much as even Marko, my parents' long haired German Shepard who cries like a shi-tzu when he has to go to the groomer

My hair was scraggly, and my eyebrows were big. My skin was smoothish, and blotchy. My nails looked OK, only slightly chipped from a recent manicure, but, wait, what is that over there... wait...ouch... I think I got it. It was a reminder to me not to mention good grooming when I myself am not well groomed that day.

I am no better groomed today. But I know I am not going to leave the house. Ha!

Just thought I'd share.