Recently I found myself lost in the makeup section of the local *whatever*Mart. I've been in that aisle before, usually with one of my daughters. This time, it was <deep breath> for me.
I have always been very anti-makeup. Always.
Oh, don't get me wrong. I have makeup. I even use is occasionally. Very occasionally. As in, special occasionally. For example, I used it for my son's wedding. I also used it for my older daughter's wedding. I wore some when I graduated from college with that same daughter seven years ago.
But, in general, I avoid it, and my skin has thanked me for it. No. Really. It has. I hit fifty with fewer wrinkles than most 30-somethings have. I believe that resisting social "rule" that *no female should appear in public without hiding her face behind a palette of paint* has helped me maintain a more youthful skin.
However, recent glances in the mirror are showing some old person who I don't recognize. It seems that the past few years have taken their toll. Due to injuries and surgeries and aging joints, I've spent most of the last five or six years in pain. It shows. I need to take an important photo and the face in the mirror is not the one I'd want to capture in a picture.
So, I inhaled deeply and ventured out to see what I could buy to fix that.
Plaster seemed too stiff, papier-mache too sticky, and a paper bag over my head seemed like an invitation to another injury. There's some pretty duct tape out there, but that would really hurt if removed.
Ok. Makeup it is.
Except...what kind? There are a million, mostly wrong, answers on the internet. That is how I ended up lost in cosmetic aisle, staring blankly at hundreds of products promising to prevent aging, reverse aging, enhance this, eliminate that.
Lipstick and eyeshadow. That is what I know. The rest? Well, I put a bunch of this and that in the shopping cart, and I will have to experiment a bit to figure out the right percentage of this applied to the proper amount of that, and finish up with lipstick and eyeshadow.
Which reminds me. I heard that you are only supposed to keep makeup for six months. I laughed. I have makeup that is older than my kids...all of them...and the oldest is 34. I guess that's a bit older than six months. Next project: toss the old cosmetics. (The new ones may also get tossed if I don't like how they look.)
Any makeup experts out there? Advice? If you don't find me, ask the ostrich.
