I wasn’t sure how to name this particular admittance – but I KNEW that “Makeup and GROWING OLDER” didn’t especially joy me! Ah yes – the maturing process. Looking in the reflection and instantly, your mother’s face is looking back again at you. I’m not saying this is a negative thing (mom) – but it sure as hell is a shocker, isn’t it?
Anyone more than a “certain age group” has sensed that jolt to their system! A very good friend of mine – actually a pal from our freshman yr in senior high school – was out buying lipstick, something she rarely does. The color was not the same definitely. Yes, – it was the right color definitely.
But it was different in some way. She called me and indignantly said that Revlon had changed the color of the lipstick that she acquired worn for years and remembered so well. Because my curiosity was raised, I too visited the drugstore and purchased the lipstick. It looked the same if you ask me. It hit me Then.
The lipstick hadn’t transformed, WE had changed. We committed age group. And that one shade no longer worked for my pal the way it had for the last 30 years or so. Makeup was always our friend and ally! Foundations which were once perfect – now make us look cakey and shows lines that we never knew we had. Colors that were so awesome in our “before time” are abruptly different – too …