Are Things Getting Blurry in Here?

One of a miscellany of short observations from a trip to Scotland.

Heading out the front door in a blur, I make the mistake of looking in the narrow antique mirror placed there by some decorating maniac.  Now, there’s a perfectly good mirror on the other side of the hall, positioned well back from any natural light source and wisely placed above a table so you can’t get too close to it, but for some perverse reason I have bypassed it for this one, veritably flooded with sunlight and positioned to allow examination of the face—my face, in the instance—at a distance of a mere inch or two.

Yikes.  What was I thinking?  

Low light is my new best friend.  Well, not so new maybe, but best, certainly.  If only I could read menus in low light, I might move into the nearest high-end restaurant or low-life bar and never come out.

Low light not always being available/feasible, and veils having gone sadly out of fashion, the cosmetic industry has a solution: Nanoblur.  Teeny-tiny light-reflecting particles cause pores and (small) lines to vanish.  Poof!  Sixty to something less-than-60 in 40 seconds, or so they claim.

Somehow, I suspect that my need is not so nano: macro might cover it better.

What does this have to do with a trip to Scotland, you ask?  Well, I’ll tell you.

As discussed previously in this space—Heathrow Airport has Everything.  Even something for the nanoblur-challenged: those with (shudder) 3D wrinkles.  Yes, it’s Superblur to the rescue!

Now with Superblur!

Now with Superblur!

 

Now that’s more like it.

 

 

 

 

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