This past weekend, my husband’s twin sister and her husband visited us in Connecticut. That was just the catalyst I needed to get off my butt and do something about myself. I usually use summer as an excuse to not wear makeup. After all, it’s hot and sweaty and who wants to look down and find that their face has slid onto the collar of their top? Not I.
However, I’d taken it a little too far and realized that I was now verifiably slumming it. I was at brunch this Saturday with April, Anna and Bethany and was horrified to see myself in the mirror of the restaurant bathroom - pale lips, undereye circles and flimsy lashes.
And this is on top of the fact that my sister-in-law (Andy’s sister) is drop dead gorgeous. She’s got the perfect figure - Size 0 (but not in a gross, unhealthy way), little waist, big boobs. And she’s always so well put together. I’ve seen some off moments, but only because I’ve lived with her while on visits and vacations and, well, of course you can’t look perfect all the time.
But that’s besides the point. Anyway, she always inspires me to get it together. Because I’m a pretty girl…it’s just that I need a little makeup to coax that out of me.
Once I had my makeup on (not a lot - just the staples from my no-makeup makeup look), I felt great and I had a pretty great day.
Is that wrong? I know there’s women’s lib and post women’s lib. (And perhaps, post post women’s lib by this point.) For me, it’s not necessarily about looking good via cosmetics. It’s about knowing that I have created order and have “organized” my face.
That’s how I am. I like to be organized. I like to know where things are. That things have been set aside neatly. Otherwise, I have that little distracting voice in the back of my head that tells me I really should be cleaning/organizing/straightening and not doing X (which is probably more important and pressing).
Anyway, I’m done my schpiel now. And to think - all I wanted to say was that I ran out of my favorite Bobbi Brown Concealer and need to buy more.