Interesting thread! I went through so many permutations of hair and makeup it's just ridiculous. I started wearing makeup in 9th grade, with mom's approval, and of course I just went way overboard with it - big pink gobs of blush, the dark eyeliner all the way around the eye, and sparkly peach-colored eyeshadow all the way up to my SERIOUSLY over-tweezed brows. (They still won't grow back in some spots
.) The only thing I couldn't stand to wear, and still can't, is foundation and lipstick - I hate the smell, taste, and feel of lipstick. I toned the makeup down some when I met my then-fiance and now-husband. I had long, straight, parted in the middle hair from 9th grade on, starting with my natural brown and then slowly being dyed lighter and lighter until it was almost platinum! (Constantly walking around with a stinky ammonia head full of hair bleach..........
) Then, the year before my daughter was born, a coworker who was also a beautician convinced me to cut off the long hair and get a serious 80's perm, which I had in combination with the badly bleached hair. I still remember being pregnant with my daughter and getting ready for work, curling my big hair, spraying it until it didn't move, and then upchucking from the smell of the hair spray EVERY TIME. But - the day my daughter was born was the last day I wore makeup, and I let the perm and bad color grow out right away too. I had such severe post-partum depression that I could barely brush my teeth, let alone make myself "pretty". I eventually decided people would just have to deal with what I really look like, because I can't stand spending all that time fussing in front of a mirror. Now I have straight, shoulder-length hair that I can just blow dry with a round brush, and I don't wear a scrap of makeup. I'll be the first to admit that I look like hell, especially with the dark circles etched under my eyes after 41 years. My husband prefers me with the makeup on, of course, and I just tell him that I would prefer him with shaved legs and armpits, and that shuts him up.
Part of the problem is that when I laugh, which is just about all day long, my eyes get watery and if I'm wearing makeup, it just gets all smudged anyway. I'll glam up for weddings and that sort of thing - basically any time I'm in a skirt, I'm in makeup too. (Maybe twice a year.) I shave my legs when I remember to, or when my husband complains
- it's such a pain!
Now what would REALLY be hilarious on this thread would be pictures of us during our worst makeup/hair/clothes phases..........
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