#74 - Don't Like Makeup

Makeup Needed

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.

2 Problems
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​So I put in some practice time, when I knew I could handle the humiliation. Luckily I could see the humor happening in my bathroom, or it would have been incredibly depressing.

​I pulled out the special brow kit and the good eyeliner that I was told to buy. I was quickly reminded of 2 issues.  First, I have horrible eyelids and second, I can't see.  If only I'd known I was going to be dealing with cancer this time last year, I could have gotten tattoo eyeliner!

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.

Clown Makeup?
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​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 
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​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.
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