Miranda's Alter Ego or "The Miranda Freak Show"

Miranda has found a new and somewhat embarrassing role in our new locale; she’s become the fashion project for various females. For those of you who know her, you know that outward appearance (particularly clothes and makeup) fall rather low on Miranda’s priority list (somewhere after getting up really early to exercise but before spending hours reading Cosmo).

So, some wonderful and generally entertaining ladies in the ward have been subtly encouraging her to try makeup, do stuff with her hair, and get new clothes. So what has been the end result:

“The Miranda Freak Show”

(Miranda’s title, not mine)

So her friend convinced her to get a leopard print skirt and “hooker” boots. After she got her outfit together she went to her friend’s house for the runway experience. Unbeknownst to her she had missed an appointment with another friend who owns a salon to get her brows plucked and her hair straightened. (She didn’t know about the appointment because she did not set it up; her first friend did, but had neglected to tell her about it.) Anyhow, so she went from friend A’s house to friend B’s salon and was squeezed in. (At least she called home and asked how I felt about her straightening her hair, what a nice wife.)

(Well, here's proof that Miranda really does have multiple personalities)

The next day was Sunday and actually did become the “Miranda Show” (I don’t think she was freaky). We sang in the choir and sat on the stand and more than one person told me they had to lean over and ask their spouse who the new girl was. Miranda was very much the center of many people’s attention and she liked it a little less than she likes going to the dentist (not a semi-annual experience for her due to her utter disdain).

Comments of the day:

“Who’s that sitting next to...? No, that’s not Miranda.” (This turned into a long discussion between the husband and wife as they tried to prove each other wrong).

A friend of ours came to me and said, “I hope you don’t mind that a happily married man told your happily married wife that she looked Smokin`”

The bishop (a good friend) said, “Wow, I’d date her”

And one of the Laurels noted that she was “Sexy” (not a word that Miranda really wants her young women to be using).

Miranda could probably add some more comments, but you get the idea.

As noted, she did not really like the attention and between the added work and the embarrassment is unlikely to do this on a regular basis...but it might be nice to see happen more often than her trips to the dentist.

Miranda said if she had to be a freak then at least I had to wear suspenders for her...sounded like a good deal...so here I am.