I do not know why I succumbed to the temptation to sit down at the cosmetic counter this morning and allow a twenty five year old woman take all of the make up off of my 52 year old face — in broad daylight — in the middle of a busy department store.
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I regretted the time I let someone put make-up on me. It was a two-fer — haircut and make up at a hair salon in Cincinnati, pre-kids. I told the woman I didn’t wear much makeup and she proceeded to slather it on my eyes, my cheeks, even my lips. Yuck. I felt like the queen of hearts in Alice in Wonderland, and washed it off as soon as I got home. Hope your session went a tad better.
Well – I deleted most of the post because it was slipping into that “I-can’t-believe-I’m-this-old-with-wrinkles” rant. It gets very tiresome. But, yes… she put too much make-up on my face and I looked a little clownish so off it came as soon as I got home.