This week’s prompt from Magpie Tales:
Jane was beside herself with anticipation!!! That’s the only way to describe her feelings. She felt just like 2-year-old Mhairi and Mick, when they would run around in circles saying, ‘But we’re so ‘cited, Mommy,’ when she asked them to sit quietly. She wanted to run in circles, dance, shout out to the world, ‘I get a big-girl night out tonight!’ She felt like a teenager going on her first date, like she had felt the night of her first date with Jock – nervous and scared and excited all at once. Humming and singing, Jane went about her routine housework and child-care duties – nothing the children said or did could faze her today. After Jock’s death, Jane had not had any desire to go anywhere. And then, with the birth of the twins a few months later, there had been few opportunities for outings that didn’t include them. Certainly there had been no occasions like this one.
Tonight, her cousin Patrick was being honored at a ceremony for achieving his doctorate in archeology, followed by a reception. The invitation said, ‘Dress: formal’. Prior to the ceremony close friends and family were gathering at The Towers restaurant in a private banquet room for a pre-celebration dinner. Jane would be leaving the children with their grandmother, Jock’s mother, for the night, and staying at a hotel in the city after the reception. The children were almost as excited as Jane, looking forward to their sleep-over.
Jane’s new dress was laid out on her bed, a soft mint green with just a hint of a pearly sheen, matching shoes set on the floor beside it, the pearl necklace-earrings-bracelet set that was a gift from Jock on their 3rd anniversary in the box on her dressing table.
The children went down for their nap, giving Jane enough time to have a leisurely bubble bath, do her hair, nails and make-up. The plan was to take them to their grandmother when they woke, then return home and finish dressing, then drive out to meet everybody else at the restaurant.
Jane tuned in a favorite station on her bedroom radio when she went in to run her bath. Singing with the radio, she lowered into the warm bubbly water, and just laid back with a sigh of deep satisfaction. When the water started to get chilly, she got out and wrapped in a towel while she curled and sprayed her hair. Then she got out her manicure set, shaped her nails and applied a soft pink polish. She decided that a cup of tea would be nice while she waited for the polish to harden, before putting on make-up.
After her relaxing cup of tea, Jane proceeded back to her bedroom to get her make-up on – it wouldn’t be long and the children would be awake, and Mhairi for sure would want to ‘help’. Foundation, eye-shadow, eye-liner, mascara, blush and lastly, lipstick to match the nail polish. Jane picked up the new tube, pulled the top off, turned the base – but the lipstick didn’t rise! ‘This is impossible,’ Jane muttered to herself, ‘I guess I should have checked the tube to make sure it worked.’ Starting to dig through her make-up box to find a lipstick brush, thinking she could get enough out of the tube that way, she heard a clopping sound from the hallway. Looking up into the mirror, she could see Mhairi coming into the bedroom in one of Jane’s dresses and a pair of Jane’s high-heel shoes.
’Hi Mommy, I’m ready to go, I even have make-up on!’
Indeed she did – Jane’s new pale pink lipstick was smeared all over Mhairi’s lips, cheeks, and eyes, no wonder the lipstick didn’t rise, the tube must be empty!. What was a mother to do? Jane just burst out laughing.
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