The girls in the secretarial pool chipped in to get Mildred a makeover.
She was a hot mess when she arrived for her spa day.
A little wobbly on her feet, like she’d taken a nip of something from the boss’s secret drawer to get herself through the workday.
Disheveled and unkempt don’t even begin to describe her look.
Unlike the other perfectly manicured members of the secretarial pool, Mildred was anything but polished. Chipped, peeling, dusty and downright dirty — she was sporting every Glamour “don’t” of the last decade.
But if you looked at her closely, you could see she had curves in all the right places and natural beauty waiting to be unleashed. Like a dowdy librarian in glasses, a bun and a cardigan. Get rid of those glasses, shake out that hair and undo a few buttons and va-va-va-voom!
But Mildred, the secretary, would need a little more work. You know, the “Extreme Makeover” kind. The kind of makeover that takes seven months. (It didn’t have to take quite so long, but like shy girls everywhere, Mildred didn’t speak up for herself when others cut in line ahead of her. She patiently waited her turn, waiting for someone to notice her and to sweep her off her feet.)
Finally, it happened.
The makeover team descended on Mildred and gave her the works:
- A facial (also known as a deep cleaning to clear away the dirt, dust and cobwebs from decades of neglect)
- Some microdermabrasion (also known as removing loose veneer with wet rags, an iron and a chisel)
- Concealer (also known as wood sealer to cover and hide her imperfections)
- Surgery (also known as adding braces to her legs to make them sturdy once again)
- Makeup (several coats of Miss Mustard’s Seed Milk Paint in Ironstone and Shutter Gray)
- More pancake style makeup (paint applied with bonding agent when large amounts of the first coat of Ironstone chipped completely off)
- Airbrushing (Also known as sanding and lightly distressing)
- Waxing (because every modern woman needs to)
- Jewelry (new hardware to complete Mildred’s new look)
Even Mildred couldn’t believe the transformation when she looked in the mirror.
All the gals in the secretarial pool agreed that Mildred was officially a knockout.
A few were so intimidated by her transformation that they hitched up their skirts just a little bit higher and undid an extra button on their blouses.
But a beauty like Millie — née Mildred — doesn’t have to resort to such tactics.
She just puts on her best dress, heels and jewels and smiles at the compliments and pretends not to notice all the heads she’s turning.
It won’t be long before someone sweeps Millie off her feet, romances her and takes her home, where they will live happily ever after.
(If you’ve fallen for Millie, I hear she likes to hang out at Melville Trading Company.)
Linking up to Miss Mustard’s Seed Furniture Friday party.