I’ve always had something of a love/hate relationship with the concept of cosmetics. On the one hand, I love how they can help me present an image of myself, on the other, I hate the work involved.
In my teens, I never left the house without the minimum of foundation, mascara and eyeshadow. As I got older I added lipstick and eyeliner. Then I hit a period of not wearing anything. I think that came as I was working on how to love the face in the mirror.
I had to drop the pretense, I guess. And that took a long time. I only did my makeup if I was going “out” or getting my picture taken. Suddenly, however, almost immediately after my surgery, I started putting makeup on to go to work, and if I was leaving the house for the doctor’s office and such. Not everyday, mind you, but often.
This week I cleaned out my admittedly very old collection of makeup, trashed a whole lot of it. I need to clean my brushes and what nots, but yeah, it was time to drop the old stuff. I broke my own no buy rule recently and splurged on some higher end cosmetics than I would normally buy and they arrived yesterday.
I’m excited for Monday morning when I get to try it all out for the first time. Silly as that sounds.
Well, my coffee is waiting for me and there are words to capture, so I’m off. Tell me, Readers, what is your morning routine like?
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