I was reading one of my favorite blogs yesterday, by Murr Brewster, and she was talking about how she didn't wear makeup. It was a real revelation to me, after reading her many, many commenters, just how many women gave up makeup at a certain point in their lives and had never looked back.
There was a time when I wouldn't even go to the mailbox at the bottom of my driveway without putting on my face. On went the base, the powder, the eyeliner and eye shadow, the mascara, the lipstick and a spritz of perfume. Then, I was ready to be seen in public.
In my younger days, I haunted the makeup departments in the department stores and subjected my self to "makeovers", wherein a sales clerk put layer after layer of goop on my face. On these occasions, I always left the department store loaded down with creams, astringents, eyelash curlers, eyebrow brushes, makeup brushes, all the tools I would need to apply the makeup that would, theoretically, make me look as though I wasn't wearing makeup. I actually went out of there looking like I was ready to appear in the Mikado, or, worse, like I was headed for my night job as a "professional" woman, if you get my drift.
After years of this torture, and as I got older and older, I decided it wasn't worth it any more. So I stopped, a little at a time. I got rid of the tools, the eye shadow, then the base makeup, but kept using the loose powder so I wouldn't shine. I didn't throw it all away, I just gradually cut back.
The first few times I went out without makeup, I expected to see people recoiling in horror, but nothing happened. No one spun around and ran away from me. In fact, no one seemed to even notice. I didn't know how I felt about THAT, but I think I was relieved.
Nowadays, I do wear powder, mascara and a little eyeliner and lipstick when I have to go to the doctor. I don't want him thinking I look sick, now do I? But, mostly, I just comb my hair, wash my face, and go. Free at last!