When Mom reached her seventies, she’d ask me to do her eye makeup for her if she was going anywhere fancy. Now at 89, she doesn’t wear it. The skin around her eyes is too delicate to hold it.
Does anybody care or notice?
Mom misses it, but it’s like the least important thing she’s had to give up. And in a weird way, I think she’s kind of lucky.
I’ve been crowing about letting my natural gray or white (I don’t even know) hair color come out, but today as I applied my almost-daily eye makeup, the notion occurred that the real courage would come from stopping that. From throwing out everything but powder and lipstick.
Man, would that be fun!
I’ve been playing with eyeliner, shadow, blush, and lipstick since I was in 8th grade. Always loved it. For years I’d take advantage of those offers at department store cosmetic counters where you buy something and they’d gift you a set of something else. I had a ton of it in a box under the bathroom sink. Makeup was my thing.
Now? Free time is my thing. Rebellion is my thing. Breaking rules, thumbing my nose – my sixty-one-year-old thing.
Honestly, it’s not like I have a lengthy or tedious routine, but I’m curious what it would be like to stop even that 5-10 minute expenditure. There’s no risk, other than ego. Bill says he’s okay with it, and nobody else matters. Absent the occasional public appearance, why do it?
I think I’m going through a stage. First the gray hair, now the makeup. I’m like a guy who gets tired of shaving. Time to grow that beard. Ready to deal with the itch.
This is an amazing time of life. As one of my teachers, Jane Friedman, says, “there are no rules.”
After so many years, we might be hypnotized by habit, but that can change.
If I don’t want to wear makeup, I won’t. And I suspect many of you have gone there before me. Yes? Let me hear from you.
PS This afternoon, I’ll be visiting my hair salon for just a cut, no color. First time in thirty years I’ve only done half the process. Half the time, half the cost. Holy crap, I’m so excited! More later. In the meantime, here’s something fun and on point: