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Making Up During a Pandemic
Time to make those eyes POP.
To say that I look and feel like a street person lately would be maligning those unfortunates who have no shelter. And that’s not my intent, so forgive me.
But it’s not far from the truth. I wear the same (clean) schleppy clothes every day and my hair is always up in a clip, and, unless I’m venturing out to risk my health for an “essential” household item, I rarely wear makeup.
This from a woman for whom a red lip is the be-all and end-all of sex appeal.
However, it must be said that I still do take care of myself. I shower daily, wash my hair, exfoliate my body, shave my legs and after, slather on one of my multitudes of body lotions. Or, coconut oil depending upon my mood.
The reason being — we just can’t give up on ourselves. And, my daily hot bath or shower is a place where I can let my shoulders slump, close my eyes and let the misery of this time wash over, and out of me. Well…over me, anyway. On the inside, I resemble Edvard Munch’s most famous composition.
Plus, my husband is miserable enough as it is. I wear a game face because I don’t want to make him feel even worse. Because, you know, that’s not me.
At the grocery store yesterday, as I was looking around at all the shoppers…
