well you know. sometimes you get bored.
my grown daughter saw these scribbles last time she was here and took a couple of them home. I think my favourite one is the one she called "the angry french twins". that made me laugh.
in another life, I was a cartoonist. or maybe that's a future incarnation. it's hard to keep track. I'm always wondering, hmmm....now is this the life I get to be a gypsy?
apparently not. but I've got the shed painted up nice, inside and out, it's much more elaborate than the pumphouse ever was, and all it needs is a strong set of wheels and some sort of animals suitable for hauling things. a mule team maybe. they'd match me for stubbornness. almost.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
one minute faces.
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A one minute face? Now, if you could sell this concept to Max Factor, there'd be a lot of men out there who'd love you forever.
if I ran max factor, I'd have it out of business in less time than it takes the average woman to try and make herself into something she thinks she needs to be in order to be content. and many women, and the men who love them, would be happier for it.
not that I'm against cosmetics, I happen to have a tube of pink lipstick I'm quite fond of, I've had it for several years now. and two shades of nail polish, pink and red, a blue eye pencil, some dark browny-grey eyeshadow, a sooty-dark grey eye pencil, and two kinds of mascara, dark brown-black, one waterproof, one not.
but most days (9/10) I get up in the morning, wash my face with soap and water, or only water and a nice scrubby washcloth, maybe put on some good smelling lotion my oldest daughter got me for christmas, and go.
I'm much happier when I can see my own skin. and when I go out, I pick eyes or lips to do, never both, and the minimum either way, lips lightly stained, or eyes/lashes lightly shadowed. when I smile I like to feel my skin move, I've gotten fond of my wrinkles and think they're quite fetching in a certain honest way, and the longer my hair gets the more I love the silver-grey parts.
but what's right for me isn't for everyone, I understand that. and it certainly would never have occurred to my younger self to go anywhere without spackling over the flaws that were all I could see when I looked in the mirror.
I remember spackling flaws! Now I'm like you - less is better. In fact, I only use mascara so that it looks like I have a few eyelashes.
Love the one minute face sketches.
Plenty of men embracing 'product' these days if you beleive the ads and the magazines. I'm not one of them, other than a bit of cream for the winter eczema I get on the knuckles of my right hand and both elbows - more than you needed to know, Shara, I suppose.
And almost synchronised posting with Pauline - which is nice.
in high school, with our lovely young complexions, my friends and I wore so much makeup we looked almost like tropical birds some days, very colourful, but not natural in the slightest. I suppose I could blame it on the media or the makeup industry or oh well, a host of things. like it matters much now.
we only get one magazine at the house, a weekly newsmagazine (claims to be the best of the international media, and it's not so bad, I look forward to it) and we don't watch tv at all except for hockey & football games now and then (my husband still cheers doggedly for the teams from the state where he was born, perennial underdogs. I try to be painting as much as possible during those times. even seeing the vapidity of the commercials in two hours of television causes me to start muttering) and so I'm largely ignorant a lot of things. I'm not at all distressed by that.
but I do get glimpses from time to time, of the larger world, and apparently cosmetic-like products for men are quite the thing. I suppose, having gotten women firmly entrenched in the belief that they're not made well enough, it's time to start on men. imagine, for a minute, the good that energy and money could do, directed elsewhere.
The waste is frightening but then it appears in so many walks of life - my personal bugbear is personalised numberplates on cars - I think I've mentioned that before! They can cost tens of thousands of dollars in the UK. What do you need to stick your initials on a car for?
Anyway, it's grand to have you back and posting. I may not always comment but I always look!
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