I don't wear make-up. A little bit of eye-liner once in a while, but my pencil is YEARS old... and I have yet to sharpen it.
I don't like the idea of "looking like i'm not wearing anything." Clearly I am. So if I'm going to wear make-up why not be an artist's canvas? Make it fun, make it fabulous, make sure it comes off...
Last night RedSox asked me if I ever wear make-up. "You are really hot, so wouldn't make-up make you look even HOTTER?"
Yes. It absolutely does, but I fear becoming an illusion. I fear becoming one who looks great at bedtime, but hideous in the morning. I fear I will try to find imperfections to cover up. I fear I will waste a lot of money on stuff that I will never use.
I have been blessed with good skin, large eyes and pouty lips. I don't think make-up would do anything, but I asked Roomate for her opinion. She has an entire drawer dedicated to make-up.
She asked me if I thought she looked really different with make-up. No
She asked me if she looks hideous in the morning. No
She asked me to try.
So I did... and I think I like it.
Tuesday, 6 March 2007
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