Well, when I was up in the bathroom, emptying out my pockets, I found I had a camera in one and put it down by the sink. No, this is not a water plus camera story . . . thank heavens . . . but it is an AmeliaJake on camera after water story.
When I was clean and my hair turbaned, I thought “What is it about this bathroom that I look better in it than anywhere else?” So I picked up the camera and took my picture; that’s when I found out it was the mirror – the mirror is magic. Right out in the air without a reflection, I have wrinkles, blotches, and facial hairs. I tried it again with the same result. I was bummed.
Then I had a thought. I decided to download a couple and enlarge them and examine my face up real close. No one had told me only trained professionals should attempt such a thing. Old pores are about as ugly as self-pity, and that was a pool I was about ready to plunge right in to.
But I got a grip and grabbed some tweezers and some moisturizer – pluckin’ and creamin’, oh yeah.