Some women go to spas. Me, if I want to relax, I agree to let the children do a makeover on me. Lying back and letting them smear stuff on my face has a tranquilizing effect.
Yesterday, Francie and Lillie desperately wanted to get out my few little scraps of real makeup and use them on me. Now, I know what will happen. The makeup will get used up, used wrong, messed up, and lost. This is one reason I rarely wear makeup. Someone plays with it and ruins it, and I don't get around to buying more for a few months.
However, after they begged and pleaded, I said okay.
I don't own much makeup, so using it correctly doesn't take them long enough. They put a little mascara and eyeshadow on me, and they're done. Not enough fun.
So they found a makeup sponge and used it to apply brown eyeshadow to my whole face, like foundation. I looked like I'd been in some kind of strange tanning booth that not only tans, but leaves you with a shiny, sparkly glow.
As they were working, Francie said happily, "Oh my gosh, it's just like we bought a new Mom!"
Lillie replied, "You can't buy a new Mom. It's like Mom is our new doll!"
About Me
- Thurbersmom
- Bedrock, Missouri
- Six kids, bio and adopted. Dogs, cats, birds, rabbits. Husband Fred (as in Flintstone). And me. Why blog? Well, some people are compelled to write things down, and some people aren't. It's like that tree that falls in the forest with no one there to hear it--if you don't write it down, did it really happen?
