Being old is terrific because I no longer care what anyone thinks. Sometimes I go entire days...(drum-roll please) WITHOUT WEARING MAKEUP!
Red heads have no natural color. Well….I guess we do. White on white. No color in our eyebrows. No color in our lashes. Our only visible hues are freckles and the hair on our heads. If we didn’t have freckles and hair we wouldn’t be visible in a snowstorm.
I started wearing make-up in 10th grade. I carried my cosmetics in a small, square, white case. It had a handle on top and a mirror in the lid. I would sit at the kitchen table, morning light streaming in the back windows, and apply my eyes. When I finished Mother would often say, “Now you should sign your chin.”
My high school boyfriend once asked, “Why bother wearing makeup? You don’t need it at all” The following date I met him at the door, bare-faced and smiling. He took one long look and stated, “I was wrong. You need make-up.” (have I mentioned he was a terrible first boyfriend?)
My sweet husband tells me all the time I’m pretty without it. He’s lying and I love him for it. I am sixty-five. Even on my best day, wearing professionally applied war-paint, I’m passable at best. At sixty-five passable is just fine.
Now that I’m old I sometimes skip putting on a face! That saves 10 minutes of my life for other stuff….like sitting on my ass and reading. Or coloring. Coloring is a delicious pastime.
If I added up all the time spent smearing on a face I’d have decades. I’d likely also have no husband.
Guys tend to like women with visible faces. However, once they are nabbed one can let themselves go! Yay for being old.
Hey you people, start reading my blog. I know you’re out there.
As a reward for “following” me, perhaps I’ll post a photo of me without makeup! (NOT!)