Conversational highlights of the day include my mother telling me that it doesn’t matter if some people think that the boy I have a crush on looks like a potato because I look like one too, so we would match; and me asking various family members whether or not I look like Marcel Marceau because I accidentally bought foundation in Classic Ivory rather than Light Beige. (Verdict: No, Alexandra, you do not look like Marcel Marceau. Not even when you stand under the lamp. So don’t worry.)
I am also pleased to report that my choir dress from high school still fits. This would be wonderful news if the dress in question wasn’t made of yards and yards of green taffeta and styled somewhat medievally due to my late-teen-years obsession with King Arthur. As it is, if anyone ever needs to dress up as a shiny Arthurian Christmas tree, I’ve got your dress.