It was a Saturday in March, the day of the Mayor's Ball.
And I was going.
Since I am not a ball kind of girl, you might be wondering how that could have possibly happened.
It seems that the mayor of Anderson has a particular interest in city beautification. At my place of employment (Aqua Systems) we spend a lot of time maintaining our landscaping and cultivating a not-so-secret garden of color, texture, and vibrant life.
We even have ponds. With fountains. And fish. It's like Kings Island.
We were receiving recognition with a "community image" award, presented in appreciation of our effort at beautification. Since I am the Aqua Systems gardener who spends her entire summer planning, digging, planting, plucking, watering and sweating profusely, I was accompanying my boss, Mark Turner, to the ball.
By 3 o'clock in the afternoon all of my ball supplies were loaded in my car. My 100% silk dry clean only gown was hanging in the back seat looking beautiful without me in it. My matching shoes were in the official designated Ball-grooming supplies bag that said "Office Depot" on the side. I took a quick inventory. Jewelry?... check. Hosiery? ... check. Emergency curling iron?...check. Ridiculously tiny, almost useless purse that can barely hold lipstick and my identification (aka ...'clutch')? ... check.
It was time to go to Clip Zone and allow an expert team of groomers the opportunity to wad up my hair and elegantly pile it on top of my head, creating the hairstyle I call "ball head." I also hired them to apply my make-up.
In my opinion, somebody had their work cut out for them.
The woman at Clip Zone assigned to spruce me up turned out to be a genius. She created my own unique ball hairdo with a mere 25 bobby pins. The make-up was so good it hid all liver spots, moles and sun damage. I barely recognized the girl gawking back at me in the mirror with two separate eyebrows. Mission accomplished in an hour or less.