If one lives on one’s own one is well advised to frequently check one’s appearance in a mirror, particularly before going out amongst fellow beings.
This is partly to do with things such as a vest being worn inside out (a woman behind me in line at the bank machine informed me of this the other day) or a scarf dangling down one’s back and dragging on the sidewalk (a cat clued me in to this, actually on the same day as the inside-out vest).
But I rather "delight in disorder" of dress as Robert Herrick did in his poem of that name. It elicits communication be it human or feline.
No – my mirror advice has to do with noticing – once in a public washroom after I had been out and about for hours! – a thick purple line on my upper lip attesting to consumption of a blueberry smoothie for breakfast.
People, for some reason, do not tell you about such a mustache. At least strangers don’t. My kids would have whipped it away with their comments before I arose from the breakfast table. They are all on notice duty with other ladies now.
Perhaps it would be a good idea to put up another mirror as each child leaves the nest.