Most people who know me understand that I am not, and never
really have been, a girly-girl – except maybe when I was very young. I don’t like dresses, preferring instead the
jeans and tee-shirt attire. Oh, I know
how to dress up, and dress professionally, and tend to succeed when I do, but I
prefer the comfort of jeans.
The other day I did something I very rarely do; I wore
makeup. Mostly makeup just annoys me. Plus, I am allergic to most makeup (yes, even
the Bare Minerals stuff everyone suggests to me) so mostly I just avoid it. On top of that, I tend to be impatient – duh!
– so taking the time to put on my face every morning would, in my opinion, just
be a waste of time. (I feel the same way
about my hair, which explains how almost every single day of my life is a bad
hair day.) Now, granted, when I do take the time to put on makeup (and
do something about my hair) I get comments on it – which is most definitely
flattering – but with the allergy thing and the lack of any real desire to
beautify (har-dee-har-har) it’s just
better if I forego makeup altogether.
However, something occurred to me: I have a daughter. Well…OK, I didn’t just figure this out. I was
there when she was born and her constant presence in my life makes her kind of
hard to forget. Plus, she’s kinda cute
and I love her, so I think I’ll keep her around for a while. But, it occurred to me that if she doesn’t
ever see mommy putting on makeup or doing something about her hair, or
thoughtfully considering an outfit, she might decide she doesn’t care about her
own appearance. And, while I don’t want her
to worry about how she looks, (‘cause
I think she’s pretty perfect as is) she will
want to ask questions about makeup and hair (and boys – yikes!) as she grows
up.
So, when I made the decision to do a little something extra
to my appearance the other day, she came in and watched. And wanted to know what everything was. And watched very closely as I applied the
goop to my face. And showed her interest
in the stuff by wanting blush applied to her cheeks, too. And, when I was all done (and feeling pretty fabulous, actually), she said, “Mom, I
like you better without makeup. Can I
pick out your earrings?”
(Sigh!)
Oh well, I guess you can’t win ‘em all.
TTFN
JMS
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