Mind that plate, won’t you, while you’re checking out your manicure. And just so you know, an early model (i.e., Pre-Rhinestone-Age) Liberace is lurking there behind you. I have a different take on the Efficient You versus the Enchanting You, though:
I stumble into the kitchen in old jeans and a T shirt and cardigan. Observe that there are dishes in the sink, a cat meowing in front of its food and water (which look fine to me, but not to her), and all sorts of stuff on the table. What is that stuff, anyway? Huh. Maybe I should do those dishes. Maybe I should think about dinner. I look in the fridge and wonder what’s in the plastic containers. What’s for dinner, what, what? Try and think. But I am busy thinking about mystery plotlines and something I saw in the Brooklyn Daily Eagle in 1883 and how we’re almost out of laundry detergent and – aw, forget it…
Hey, I “want to look my best for a BIG evening.” Sure, why not? What’s that, anyway? Takeout sushi and the Olympics on TV, probably. Maybe I will wear my formal jeans (no patches) and that T shirt I got secondhand that says “Vancouver 2010″ on it. I could try and find that T shirt, I guess. I think it’s in a drawer somewhere. And I am supposed to use Trushay hand lotion, because it will make me look Enchanting. Cannot find any Trushay lotion, as it is from 1950s. Will make do with whatever is around house. St. Ives is around, I think. Not enchanting, but it probably works. Wander off stage right, hunting for takeout menu and hand lotion.
[1950 ad is from Ad Access, where there's a big version.]