Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall. A Writing Contest.

by Shelly Kneupper Tucker on June 20, 2008

[UPDATE: SORRY, THIS CONTEST GOT CANCELLED!]

Have y’all ever spent hours trying to make yourself presentable, only to have the whole process backfire on you? Have you ever used some “beauty regime” that made you feel like an ugly duckling? Maybe you were getting ready for a date with that person who made your heart go pitter-pat. You had an outfit that you felt sure would make that person swoon at your feet, but in retrospect you realize it made you look like you were a part of the Ringling Brother’s Circus.

I want to hear about it!

It’s time for a writing contest. It’s one of those This Post Blows My Dress Up contests. [If my Daddy liked something, it "blew his dress up."] I’m going to call this one “Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall.” You tell me about the most hideous “beauty experience” of them all. Men, you try to be “beautiful,” too, so you aren’t excluded from this. I’m looking for writing that is full of humor.

Now, I don’t want y’all to tell tales about someone else. Don’t tell me about the time Aunt Ethel forgot where she put her Fixodent and her teeth fell in the gumbo at the Antioch Baptist Church Revival. Tell me about you!

You can tell about the time you were getting ready for the prom. You know, the time that you decided that you wanted your wavy long hair to be straight, so you decided to iron it with your Momma’s flat iron. You put your hair between two sheets of waxed paper and ran that iron over it several times. You figured that as wavy as your hair was, high heat would be best. When you took off the waxed paper, your lovely tresses snapped off at your ear and fell to your feet.

Oh, yeah. That wasn’t you, that was me.

Well, YOU have a story like that, don’t you? I’m not the only one who has gotten into an embarrassing situation because of my vanity, am I??

If you tell your story, you can win this lovely hand mirror (only 5 1/2″ long), created by an artist in Galveston, Texas. I should have wiped the smudge off before I took the picture. I’ll wipe it off before I send it. AND, I’ll throw in a $10 Amazon.com gift certificate. If things like that matter to you, I will add every entrant to my Technorati Favorites and to my blogroll. I’ll Stumble your post. I’ll Twitter your post. The winner can even put one of the buttons from the This Blog Blows My Dress Up Contest on their post and/or their sidebar.

And, Heavens yes, I’ll interview the winner and talk ‘em up good.

BUT, you have to make me laugh.

Actually, I’m not the one who needs to laugh. I’ve asked my delightful friend Robin, at Around The Island, to judge the contest (I may be jumping the gun…she might be on vacation during this time!). She was the winner of the last contest (it was called “Scared Silly”) with an entry called “Treed or Rather “Staircased.” If she can’t judge it, then I shall simply turn it over to my husband. If he laughs out loud, I’ve got a winner.

Here’s what you have to do to enter:

Write a new entry and put it on your blog (if you’ve told the story before, re-vamp it and post it again). You can include pictures, if you dare, but you will be judged on the writing!
Link back to this very post, because I want your friends to enter, too!
The deadline for entries is High Noon, Texas Time on Friday, July 4th.
If you are not a blogger, you can e-mail your entry to me (don’t put it in comments) at shelly [dot] tucker [at] gmail [dot] com. I will post it for you.
I reserve the right to reject any entry if you have to rely on extreme profanity to make your point.

So, there you have it! Fess up and tell the story. Then, come back to this post and tell me you have entered. I will add your name to the list right here:

Who is first?

P.S.: If you don’t feel you can write a post for the contest, but are willing to tell your friends about it, please link to this post (you can download a copy of the logo above if you’d like and post it). I’ll make you a Technorati Favorite, give you a link, AND put you in a random drawing for this 3 1/2″ tall “helping hand.” I’ll take any help I can get!