Thursday, April 7, 2016
The Painted Lady
The other day, a woman complimented me about my makeup. We chatted and I said:"I never go anywhere without makeup." (Thinking to myself: "Not even to the emergency room, having a heart attack. While waiting for my ride, I "put on my face" and carefully packed my cosmetics kit into my bag.")
I have many friends who wear no makeup. They are women who have extraordinary intellectual prowess and stellar careers. Does my unbreakable habit reflect some mourned upon deficiency that requires an extra layer to hide behind?
Or maybe it's my mother. I don't remember ever seeing her without makeup. Or heels for that matter. Even her bedroom slippers had little heels. I'm only exaggerating a little when I say she went to the beauty parlor and died that night in her sleep.
Like I said, this makeup habit stays with me to the end.