I don't ordinarily wear much makeup, but when I wear none, I look sort of ill. So I guess that means more make up now. I've been warned about the yellowing of skin tones... "Your bronzer will be your new best friend." I'm going to try to get some tips on using special products, for when I lose lashes and brows. That's actually scarier than losing my head hair... because I can't hide my face under a wig.
Even in high school productions the "makeup team" didn't want to do my makeup because of my tricky eyes. And now with aging eyes, there are so many more layers of lid! Even with the magni-mirror, I couldn't focus without my reading glasses. I attempted to draw a line on my upper lid and the result was comical. It looked almost as goofy as the crooked Joan Crawford brows I created using the stencil, wax and powder. I even tried to take a selfie with my eyes closed, so I could study where I'd gone wrong. Sorry, those photos have been deleted.
I think I'd feel more comfortable putting on clown makeup. With my new head, I could really look the part. I've been thinking about my friend, Jenny. We were birthday party clowns when we were teens. Maybe I could revisit that short career. Then I thought about a clown my family spotted a few years ago. He was casually applying his makeup on a park bench. He wasn't young, yet he didn't seem to strain to see what he was doing.
One More Solution
Today I spent time cleaning out loads of old teaching supplies, props and costumes. I ran across these paper masks that Don and I posed with, 30 years ago. Maybe I'll hold onto these, just in case.
Cancer - Covid
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 17, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. Only this time, it was affecting more than me.
Coronavirus and Cancer! Both are evil, but neither can totally get me down... if I vent! I hope with Covid, I run out of complaints before 200!