May 2, 2012 § 16 Comments
My morning makeup routine is about as simple as my bedtime system where I run a baby wash cloth under the girls’ tubby water. I rarely moisturize. I know I should.
Dewy skin used to peer back at me in mirrors. It exists now in my sleepy dreams and those moments after good exercise, before I hit the shower. The post aerobic glow.
I used to be a product junkie anxious for my monthly Allure to arrive in the mailbox. I wore Benefit when it was only sold at The Face Place on Fillmore Street. I might have been one of the first to become addicted to Studio Mac the year Mac hit the market and was a devotee of Bobbie Brown long before the Estee Lauder merger . Does anyone remember the Shiseido egg-shaped sponge or the hoopla over their eye lash curler? Chanel Pure Teinte was a favorite for years, as was anything new and wrapped in pretty packaging. Boy was I a sucker for packaging.
As my teaching job slipped away, as children were born, as more time became logged inside the house as opposed to out, making up my face became wasted time and money. The shoe boxes of products, gradually delegated to the space below the bathroom sink, lost their sparkle and eventually got tossed.
A simplified routine is great. By the time a person hits forty they should have an idea what works for them. Right?
My 5X mirror and I have decided that we will stick with what works, but start having fun with makeup again.
In addition to the basic three (sunscreen, Mac Omega shadow on my brows and an all over dusting of Glo Minerals in natural fair), I swiped on a new mascara this morning.
Darkened lashes added a certain je ne sais quoi to my day.
Tomorrow, maybe crimson lips? Bronzing blush? Navy blue eyeliner?
The pretty making possibilities are endless!