Make-Up I (repost)

I was just now putting on some make-up, getting ready for the early birthday bash we are throwing for Daniel and Ariel. We are celebrating today because it is the best time for my mom and sister to come. It was supposed to be my two sisters but one had to work unexpectedly, she is also expecting to take her preemie baby home next week and since the actual birthday is during the week, we went with today. Unnecessary info? Anyway, as I was putting on some make-up, I remembered why I don’t wear make-up. I really can’t stand the feeling on my face. It annoys me and feels like I am wearing a mask.

Although, I do like to wear a bit when I go out.

I like to feel as though I look good, for some reason it makes me feel that way. I think it is all psychological. My experience with make-up is stemmed in a special interest of my mother’s. When my mom was about 13 years old, one of her aunts gave her a Seventeen magazine. Before this she had no interest in beauty products and really didn’t see the need. Of course she was 13 years old so there was no real reason for her to be thinking of that back in the 60′s, right? Well she thought that it was the greatest thing ever. She was enamored with the fashion, which would be enticing because her special interest was sewing and making her own clothes – as she looked through the pages and studied all of the clothing she also noticed their faces.

Being an artist, I am sure that the face used as a canvas was enticing as well.

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