Et Tu, Hairbrush?
Have I mentioned that, growing up, my best friend and I were always the last ones picked for teams during gym class? Picture the humiliation of having to stand there while the two team captains argue over who has to get stuck with each of us. What's amazing is that I didn't really care much. I didn't have a competitive bone in my body, and I never could figure out why anyone cared who caught the ball, who got more runs, etc. It just didn't register with me.
Anyway, while I am no longer faced with the humiliation of kickball (and let me tell you, I have etched permanently on my brain the image of my best friend willing her foot to make contact with that slow-moving ball and yet missing it completely), it seems that my own beauty accessories insist on bearing witness to my complete lack of hand-eye coordination.
Henri the Despairing Cat was right - there is no escaping ourselves.
[Hairbrush image: SalonHive]