I like to see nice places and landscapes in movies and look at the people in them and sometimes I will imagine myself being in that setting. Then the other day I VISUALLY put myself in the sophisticated atmosphere of a movie and . . . I cringed. It was like seeing a gnome among the movie star people. Thing is, I kept doing it – driven by some perverse compulsion. A gnome at a ball; a gnome as a socialite in New York; a gnome at a fancy hotel pool; a gnome on a sailboat.
I didn’t tell anybody – I didn’t want them imagining me in a movie scene and guffawing and snickering.
But then, this morning I opened my email and found one from Estee Lauder, one that announced – now brace yourself – Be a Bronze Goddess. This picture was included:
I suddenly saw my picture – my face – and, believe me, the effect was not the same.