January 2, 2012
The New Year's Day Compact
Now, I'm dependent on it. Addicted. And slightly resentful of it.
I'm talking about make-up.
It isn't that I'm applying fake lashes or other appendages, just the basics: foundation, cover-up (oh yes, the cover-up), a little cheek color, lip gloss and Mascara Almighty. Once upon a time, the transformation process used to be fun. I reveled in the Before-Plain-Jane to the After-VavavaVoom. Nowadays, once the foundation's on, I look in the compact mirror and think "oh, my word...there's so much more that needs to happen here."
Over the past few weeks, we've gone to every function where both people of blood-relation and strangers alike have gathered; which of course required me cracking the compact and proceeding toward VavavaVoom so small children and the elderly wouldn't be frightened.
And that's where I found myself on the first day of 2012. While Jamie prepped the Bloody Mary bar we were taking to yet another function, I looked at the compact...and wished I could turn back time and tell Thirteen Year Old Me to enjoy the days of optional, non-addictive make-up use.