Reflections upon the mirror and a dirty washcloth.
At the end of the day, I wonder why I bother to wear makeup. No one really seems to notice that I wear it, and it seems more of an inconvenience than anything else. Takes time to put on, lipstick has to be refreshed from time to time throughout the day (and that's setting aside the fact that I feel like I'm eating it half the time). Mascara is kinda scary--I keep nearly poking myself in the eye with the brush, and I cannot seem to figure out what I'm doing wrong. The silliest thing is, if you do it right it's supposed to look like the makeup isn't even there. So why put it on in the first place? I wear it because I'm supposed to wear it for work. But why do I put it on when I have a day off work? Or when I'm working at the other place? Habit, I guess. I suppose I've gotten used to wearing the makeup. It's still a pain to take off at night. I suppose I could go to sleep with it on, but that wouldn't really be good for my face. I've been trying to take better care of my skin--I haven't gotten very far yet, though. Except for remembering to use clenser when I take a shower. Unfortunately I have a tendency to forget to put the mositerizer on afterwards, and I end up feeling like my face is drying up.
Why the heck is beauty such a pain?
Don't get me wrong, I like being pretty. I like wearing pretty clothes, and having my hair done nicely. (I wish I could get it into some bouncy curls, but I haven't figured out how to do that yet.) I like getting my hair colored, foiled, and styled. It's fun and I get to chit-chat with the stylist. Some of my friends would probably never belive that I was all quiet and shy back in high school and before. I like to talk.
What I've never really understood, though, is why women will do highly uncomefortable things for the sake of fashion. High heels? OK, I'll wear them sometimes, to dress up. But every day at work? Why? And the whole thing with makeup. It's annoying, really. So why do we wear it? Do guys really notice that?
About the only time Shaun notices that I have makeup on is either when I'm doing it in the car (and he has to warn me that he's going, stopping, or whatnot) or when I kiss him on the cheek right after putting on my lipstick, so that I leave a mark. (I think it's funny. I'm not sure what Shaun thinks of it.)
I can see putting all kinds of effort into hair--it's fun to get it colored and styled and such. And I can see putting effort into clothing--hard to feel good when you're wearing crappy clothes. And jewlery. I like wearing sparklies, because they're sparklie and make me feel good. And pretty. But when I select shoes, I go for comefort first and style second. (Well, third--they also have to be in a color that matches decently with most of the things in my wardrobe. I won't even try on pink shoes, no matter how cute or comefy they look.) Thus, I own mostly flats. (In black or neutral colors.) Yeah, I have a few pairs of heels. Mostly purchased for specific occasions. And I wear them when I feel like being tall, but never two days in a row, because they'll make my feet hurt. And my legs hurt.
I am getting long-winded over fashion, on a journal that's probably not much read. And those who do read this journal are mostly people who couldn't care less about fashion stuff anyway. Why am I writing this?
Why the heck is beauty such a pain?
Don't get me wrong, I like being pretty. I like wearing pretty clothes, and having my hair done nicely. (I wish I could get it into some bouncy curls, but I haven't figured out how to do that yet.) I like getting my hair colored, foiled, and styled. It's fun and I get to chit-chat with the stylist. Some of my friends would probably never belive that I was all quiet and shy back in high school and before. I like to talk.
What I've never really understood, though, is why women will do highly uncomefortable things for the sake of fashion. High heels? OK, I'll wear them sometimes, to dress up. But every day at work? Why? And the whole thing with makeup. It's annoying, really. So why do we wear it? Do guys really notice that?
About the only time Shaun notices that I have makeup on is either when I'm doing it in the car (and he has to warn me that he's going, stopping, or whatnot) or when I kiss him on the cheek right after putting on my lipstick, so that I leave a mark. (I think it's funny. I'm not sure what Shaun thinks of it.)
I can see putting all kinds of effort into hair--it's fun to get it colored and styled and such. And I can see putting effort into clothing--hard to feel good when you're wearing crappy clothes. And jewlery. I like wearing sparklies, because they're sparklie and make me feel good. And pretty. But when I select shoes, I go for comefort first and style second. (Well, third--they also have to be in a color that matches decently with most of the things in my wardrobe. I won't even try on pink shoes, no matter how cute or comefy they look.) Thus, I own mostly flats. (In black or neutral colors.) Yeah, I have a few pairs of heels. Mostly purchased for specific occasions. And I wear them when I feel like being tall, but never two days in a row, because they'll make my feet hurt. And my legs hurt.
I am getting long-winded over fashion, on a journal that's probably not much read. And those who do read this journal are mostly people who couldn't care less about fashion stuff anyway. Why am I writing this?