Silly Mom Thoughts

Have you ever seen those makeover shows where the host stops a complete stranger in public, tells them they really need some help with their style, and make them over?

I wanna be one of those people.

Not the host, mind you. I want to be one of the people that gets a style overhaul. Despite the fact that it means that I look horrendous in public if they ever did pick me for a makeover, I think it would be fabulous. Anytime I’m out of the house with unkempt hair and a less-than-appealing wardrobe, I imagine being called out by one of those TV crews:

“Ma’am, excuse me for a moment,” the host would say as I walk by.

“Umm, hi,” I would reply, acting shocked (although I’m not because I saw the camera crew a mile away and changed my entire course to walk straight passed them).

At this point they would inform me that my style needs a pick-me-up and then whisk me away to a day of facials, hair styling, and shopping.

Aaaaaahhh.

This has yet to happen to me, but I have faith. So, if you ever see me in public without makeup, wearing the jeans I’ve worn for a week that have some mysterious crustiness on the thigh and that shirt that was clean until 30 seconds before we walked out the door and someone decided to spit up on it, assume that I’m simply hoping to get spotted by one of those makeover shows.