So it's been about five years since I graduated from Blanche MacDonald (if you didn't catch that the first twelve million times I mentioned this in my first post). There we were provided with a decked out makeup kit. It's this big, black, fold-out beast of a thing. It used to make me feel very important when I carted it around. I thought Vancouver-ites might wonder .......'what could be in there?' I would imagine the sorts of things they might be thinking....could I be carrying one million dollars? Could I be carrying little jars of embryo's.....? Or maybe I was a psychopath who carried around dental tools.....could've been any of these things, right?
When in reality they probably didn't give a damn. They were probably more concerned with their own lives. These are the things that change as you get older. You realize people are most often too wrapped up in their own spider-webs to worry about yours too....I think that's why you care less and less what people think about you, as time rolls on. Because usually people aren't.......thinking of you.
I still have this big, black, metal beast. My makeup has repeatedly been taken out, and put back in..... It's been in storage, out of storage....collected dust....been cleaned of dust. Since I acquired two weddings this Summer, I've used it at both consultations. It's extremely heavy, and I feel like a bit of a diddlydoink when I'm carrying it up the prospective client's doorstep. It clangs around, and sounds a bit like a whale getting it's teeth brushed with a string of pearls.... and it almost always bangs my hip (I'm sure I have bruises)..but gosh dang-it, it looks official. I mean come on...it's BIG, and BLACK...and metal!
We were taught other ways to transport our makeup in school. You could always tell who the senior girls at Blanche were, because they were smarter......or at least they looked it......you'd see them wheeling around large black suitcases with a pulley handle. We would later learn (after we were initiated of course) that inside these large black suitcases, you could organize your makeup in Tupperware containers, and then stack them on top of each other. Whodathunkit!? So for the first six months I was lugging my huge black, metal case around...catching five different buses (not without dirty looks from people who'd sit beside me, and my space consuming, metal box friend), walking ten blocks down to the train station, taking the train back to Pitt Meadows..and then dragging it down three flights of stairs and across the parking lot to my car (and I didn't mention the two hour drive after that, did I...no one can ever say I wasn't committed!)
So you can only imagine how glad I was to discover an easier way of carrying my makeup around!
I will return to that method of transportation eventually, but for now, my big, black case is serving as my carry around diploma. A long time ago- I put my diploma and certificate away in a safe place.....do you think I have the foggiest idea of where that could be now? Absolutely not..... I will eventually contact the school and ask them to send me another (and hopefully I don't have to pay the full tuition again to get it mailed to me) But until then.... my big, black, metal case is going to have to do. The name of the school I went to is clearly displayed.... and even if they have no idea what the hell 'Blanche MacDonald Centre' means....any kind of metal case that has writing stamped on it- has to mean business right? Like, with a case like that, they're thinkin', 'this girl's for real'....right? Just humour me, okay?
Anyway- speaking of business...the dog's got a look on her face that means business and pee-mail.
Thank you for reading :)
Much love,
Adrienne
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