Cinderella Complex

My dad used to call me Cinderella. I enjoyed being home alone so much, that I’d volunteer to do chores if it meant everyone leaving the house quicker. Yeah, I’m a little sick in the head.

Also, I enjoy wearing brown. Probably Cinderella (circa “Ugly Stepsisters” era) inspired.

I was watching the Golden Globes last month when Charlize Theron caught my eye. I was obsessed with her look. Specifically, with her hair. I had already survived a disastrous veil-shopping attempt at that point — I haven’t eliminated that option, just that seller — and Matthew offered support by suggesting I go the Theron route.

Which is the Cinderella route.

Obviously.