When Before Meets After

I'm sure I've mentioned my recent conversion to The Style Network. And how I'm desperate to have my Own Show on it. I can't decide what to call it. Originally I thought it would be called 'Style Me Middleagedteacher'. But I also quite like 'The Middleagedteacher Project'.

The Style Network is completely devoted to The Makeover. Every show is a makeover. And its Mantra Slash Motto is 'When Before Meets After', which absolutely tickles me pink for some reason. Why couldn't I have thought that one up?

Instead, I'll just Steal It. After all, Picasso said, 'Immature Artists borrow, Mature Artists steal'. And let's face it, I'm Nothing if Not Mature.

So this blog entry is A Makeover.

Look above at the Poor Old Woman dragging a little wagon of rotting potatoes behind her. Never mind that the potatoes look like a large block of wood. Trust me, they're potatoes.

That was me back in March. I do urge you to click on the link & read my Poor Little Old Blog Entry from back then where I moan on & on about not wanting a therapist but wanting instead a Fairy Godmother.

Since that time, things have Moved On. I'm now onto my Fourth Therapist who is a Medical Doctor Slash Psychotherapist. And he really does resemble a Fairy Godmother.

Perhaps Dorothy was right when she wisely said (or was it Glinda?) that 'wishes do come true'.

Anyway, that's the Before part of the Makeover Blog entry.

And here's The After.