Somehow I will always be awesomely amazed at the beauty industry. I love them all, the nails, the face, the fake spray tan. I just don't like the waxing part of it, but hey nothing ever comes easy. And there is a very short line between pain and pleasure, so be it. But this war paint makes me so excited, I am back to 11 years old when my experiment with it was just beginning. It was not easy to master the art, my mum never owned any make up, other girls used to rummage in the mother's bags, me.... I had none, not even an older sister's case, or perhaps a cousin's. But that didn't stop me. And I still am in disbelief how my mum, so puritan, thought make up was not for her but that didn't stop her buying her daughter makeup! Thanks mum. It made me feel so special, all my other classmates were not allowed to wear any, and I was dabbling in it like a pro.
Nowadays, I realise time is catching up on me. I wear foundation, I have pretty state of the art nails, there is no denying it, I love the drama. Pile on the black, the reds, the purples (well it is in fashion now), add the jewellery and I am one happy girl.... or woman. A child today referred to me as a woman!!!!!!!!! That made me feel old, but really in a five year old's eyes I must look a woman and not a girl. There was a time when I looked at 30 year olds and they sounded old...... big sigh. But nature is giving me a good helping hand, I still do not look my age, there isn't one hair which has turned grey, no wrinkles, I have a very stable and supple canvas to work with. Cheers Dad for the genes. My twin has not been let off so lucky... his hair is turning peppery (tee hee), which he says is sexy when he's only trying to convince himself. He's had enough luck, at least I get the aging process luck which is just fine!
Still I feel just like some nomad, going through so many processes, never the ones which other people go through. I'm not sure I'll ever find the correct way, if there is one for that matter. But I know I have made a difference and that helps bigtime.
