I looked and looked on the internet for the painting by Picasso of the woman who looked like she had one eye and a squinched up face. But, I couldn't find a copy. Too bad. When the kids were little and we couldn't afford "real" art, I thumbtacked up a copy of this work of art over the toilet in the bathroom. The kids referred to it as "the woman with one eye." That's me!
I actually took a couple of photos of my right eye but it is so disgusting looking that I'm not willing to share. What started out as this massive egg at my hairline has slid down my face, is encircling my eye and it is one puffy mess. Amazing!
It looks like someone went crazy with purple and blue eyeshadow. The left side of my body looks the same way, but at least clothes cover up that mess. Like a bad scene out of a horror film. Obviously you can tell I've never had a black eye. I hope I never have another one. At least today my eyes are at the same level. Yesterday one was higher then the other. It was bizarre.
I'm so vain that I'm scurrying around town with BIG sunglasses on and not going anywhere where I would have to remove them. When I did this morning, I thought the maid was going to faint.
The "Gypsy Kids" arrive tonight. I forewarned them. I don't think they would have believed their eyes. Now, when they hear the story, they'll want to send me to a home for wayward women.........old wayward women. And I'm sure Matilda will NOT want to sit in Grammy's lap, under any circumstances.
What a mess! Anyone know the name of that painting? I think I need a copy again.