Yesterday the sun came out for the first time in what seemed like ages. It was really, really nice. The sun was shining brightly into my bathroom window. There was lots of sunshiny awesomeness.
Once upon a time, lots of sunshiny awesomeness may have been good for putting on makeup. But now, it just reminds us of how old we are getting. Remember those vanity mirrors we all got for Christmas when we were adolescents? There was a setting on it for “daylight.” I loved that daylight setting. When I was 14.
I proceeded to apply my makeup in the usual way. In a very bright room. Not the dark room I have been accustomed to all winter. I always thought I did my makeup in a natural way. This is basically what I looked like, minus the red nose:
I looked closely at my eyelids. Or what’s left of them. It’s hard to tell where my lid ends and my cheeks start. And with eye shadow applied it was even more pronounced. They have more folds than a baby’s thigh. But not as cute. Or as sweet. Or as darling. When did that happen? I see quite the resemblance between Droopy the Dog and me.
I felt obligated to title those photos, in case you weren’t sure.
My eyeshadow doesn’t even look like eyeshadow. It just looks like a bad paint job on a couple of sandbags.
Oh, well. It is what it is. I’m really not into cosmetic surgery but for survival, I may need a lid lift. Any day now those babies will be hanging down so low, I may be blinded. Then I will embrace my maturity and perhaps age gracefully. Maybe.