I wore make up ALL THE TIME, from the time I was maybe three (okay, probably 5). I caked it on and I looooooved it. I knew I was gorgeous. I think I wore make up for most of our family birthday parties (although I couldn't find the photographic evidence I was looking for).
One day when I was maybe 7 or 8 years old, I went to the park down the street in all my painted glory. I was swinging there alone when Julie Stephens came along to play. Julie was older than me by a few years and she was the most beeeeeeeeeautiful girl ever. All the girls admired her. All the boys were in love with her, or at least we assumed they must be. And here she was. And she was seeing me at my very best.
She came over to where I was swinging and I said hello. The first thing she said was, "Oh my gosh, you're wearing WAY too much make up."
I left as soon as I could after that, and that's all I remember. And I'm pretty sure I cried. I was crushed. But I think I finally stopped caking it on so thickly from then on.
But I still love me some make up. I don't care a hoot about brands, but I don't leave the house without foundation, mascara and lip gloss on. That's almost all I ever wear, though.
I wish, I mean I really WISH I could get away with the super dramatic dark eye make up some people wear. Not like this, really:
More like this:
But I can only wear really light colors or my eyes disappear. And not because they're small, because they're not. It might have to do with my "natural make up" I'll have to blog about some day. Right now there's a boy with a very saggy, soggy diaper waiting to have a shower and a haircut, in the opposite order. BYE!