Make me Over, Please!

One of my favorite shows is What Not to Wear.  Fortunately my family has assured me that even though my pants legs are a little too short, and I wear some styles a little too long, I am in no danger of Stacy and Clinton and their cameras ambushing me.     I have issues, but I do not wear copious tie-dye, fairy wings, or all black.  (Well,  a lot of black, but not all.  And navy) .  


After twenty some years in a big company, I am now working in my own business.   I can handle what to wear to interviews, and very uptight meetings.   But the whole casual chic thing is a mystery to me.  My style rules were formed when bell-bottoms and hig-huggers were in the last time, and I am not talking about this century.     I want to look attractive, but age-appropriate.   I don't want to look like I am wearing a sack, a tablecloth, or my grandmother's curtains.   Or my grandmother's clothes, even though they probably fit. 


I've given up on make-up.   I know I'm not supposed to use blue eye-shadow, and thick black eyeliner,  but I don't know what to do instead.  My face gets red in strange places (between the eye brows) and blush doesn't seem to be in the right place.    

So a make-over is what I need to join the new decade.   Being only two years behind instead of twenty should be a massive improvement.   And - it should improve my track record in the job market.    My kids tell me I still look beautiful, but the compliments come with a side order of requests for computer time, allowance advances, and time with friends.   (My kids practice the fine art of well-timed flattery.) 

Spoiler alert:   In writing this post, I’m entering the Microsoft Windows Style Makeover Sweepstakes for a chance to win a head to toe makeover!  My style problems, however, are real and not invented for the purposes of the contest.  Furthermore,  there will be no before pictures until I can find a good angle that does not  involve photography from space.