Friday, March 01, 2013
The bare minimum?
And I always admire women who know how to do eyes, lips, cheeks, all of it, and look so put together.
Me, I love eye liner and mascara. I desperately want a blue mascara, and seem unable to find one. I had the best one in the 80s and never again. Saddy! I like to wear eye shadow, but it never seems quite right on me.
And I don't feel like I need it. (If need is at all an accurate term here. I recognize the first-world prolemness of this.)
So, when I look candidly and assess frankly, I know that increasingly I need under-eye concealer so as not to look like I need 54 hours more sleep. I could probably use blush (if it's still called that - seems like an archaic term) and I could use some lipstick, as my lips are rather pale.
I mean, I don't think I look terrible without any makeup, but I feel like now, with age and exhaustion, I need more help than I used to.
All that said, on work days I mostly manage concealer, eyeliner, mascara. On weekends, mostly just moisturizer with sunscreen.
So, one of my friends/colleagues sells Avon. She is one of these people who can and do pull a whole outfit-makeup hair look together on a regular basis. She really knows how to use makeup, and is up on the latest products, tries different looks, has been using eye cream since back when I should have been, and always, always has her nails done.
Basically, she's a perfect person to buy makeup from. She loves makeup and she has a rather expensive Sephora habit, and I don't know how she started selling Avon, but she and a variety of our colleagues are happy she did.
It has a number of very nice products, and she's totally helpful and candid with her recommendations.
I'll go to her and be all, "I need something for my HAAAANDS which are so very DRY but I don't like the rose smell of that one cream and the other feels a little slick and ugh..." and she is all, "Here, try this one."
In fact, she's one of the first places I turned when my pregnant tummy was itchy itchy itchy and I headed over and was all, "HELP! My stomach! Itchyitchy! Argh! Desperate!"
Or something of the sort. Likely not even complete sentences.
So the other day I headed over to her desk to inquire about soft eyeliner and if perchance Avon has a blue mascara (no).
Her (pretty! thick! red!) hair was nicely done, and I complimented her, and we were talking about hair cuts and length and how mine is aaaaalmost long enough to pull back. And how I can't wait to be able to do that, because it will just be so much easier.
She said, "I know. It would be great to just get up in the morning and not have to fuss with the washing and blow drying and styling."
And I was all, "Oh, I don't do any of that. I wash it at night and sleep on it. I'm not even sure that mine is clean today."
We looked at each other and I said, "Yeah. So I guess what I'm saying is, I don't do anything...and I want to be able to do even less."