My dear daughter Morticia….

(Uh oh, this isn’t starting out well)

…proved once again the old saw that a seventeen year old girl will look beautiful despite the use of medieval  accessory, surplus cosmetics and hair abuse.  The girl’s mother, not so much.

Last night Helen straightened my hair and decided to update my look with some lipstick and eyeliner.  On her it’s great, she is drop dead gorgeous.

On mom?

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Like I said.