Nov 16 2009
Wearing Makeup

Now that I’ve wasted far too much time putting that collage together, I think I’ll write a post on cosmetics. Makeup. The sort of thing that girls are supposed to live for, and not want to let anyone see them without.
I wore makeup to work the other day, which is a rarity for me. My sleep is far too valuable to me to give up in the name of mascara. But the other day I noticed a zit just under my nose, in that tender divet that goes from the nose to the upper lip. It was red and ugly, so I dug around my makeup drawer and found the concealer. Then, as these things go, I had to powder the area to set the concealer, which led to putting powder foundation on my entire face. Which was then too pale, since I evened out all the redness. So then I had to put on some eye makeup. Mascara and carefully selected shadows to make it look like I hadn’t put too much effort into my look. I ended up looking like a circus clown.
At least, it felt that way. What I really looked like was a way too pale redhead with minimal eye makeup on and no color to the lips, since I chose basic chapstick instead of lipstick. I felt like the lipstick would have been too much.
I have a bit of a love/hate relationship with makeup. I generally like the way it makes me look. I love buying the shit, for some odd reason. Throw in some free samples and I’m a bit of a sucker. I’m not particularly fond of wearing it, since I can’t rub my eyes. I’m not all that great at putting it on - anything beyond the basic shadow/mascara combo and I just can’t get it right. Well, it comes out nice on one eye, but I can’t replicate that on the other eye. And I hate the fact that I can’t just crash without washing it off, lest I wake with a faceful of zits and major raccoon eyes.
I started out like most other girls. When I started having a bit of pocket money and the independence to be at the mall unsupervised, my friends and I would carefully select what we wanted from the Wet N Wild display at the drugstore. At 99 cents, we got the most bang for our buck - not that it went far, since that stuff was utter crap. When we had a bit more earning power, we moved on to Bonne Belle, especially the coveted Lip Smackers roll-on lip gloss. And who could forget those ginormous compacts with 101 eye colors in them? Ah, memories. I think makeup was most fun when we were in middle school, not that we knew much what we were doing with it at that point.
As I went through high school, college, and my early working years, I’d mostly wear makeup, choosing a simple, neutral look for everyday and the same makeup applied with a heavier hand for evening. I learned pretty quickly what worked on me (variations of flesh and taupe tones) and shunned all else - unless it came in a free sample, of course. Anything with too much red made me look tired, and anything with too much blue/gray seemed to make the bags under my eyes worse. I didn’t experiment much.
Eventually, I stopped wearing makeup every day. I didn’t have the stamina to put it on every morning, and I didn’t feel pretty enough to want to wear it. I still have quite a bit of it, with my most recent makeup buying spree happening before my wedding. I still don’t have the skillz to apply it like a professional, at least not so both eyes look the same. Sometimes I think I’d like to wear makeup if Mister and I go out in the evening, but then I remember that there’s the whole routine of taking it off before bed, which stops me from wearing it (out of sheer laziness, or efficiency, if you will. I’m saving myself steps and time both before and after going out). I still love playing with the testers at the makeup counter, still covet a whole cosmetic tackle box full of product, and still get giddy at the thought of a free gift with purchase.
What’s a girl to do?




