My (and Your) Makeup Disasters
There is no question that before it actually happened to me, I had attitude about aging. There were certain old lady things of which I disapproved that I knew without question I'd never suffer from. Top of the list, of course, public flatulence. But that's the least of what I'm talking about.
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My concern here is with more serious issues, such as the stuff we use to gild our lily-like faces before we meet our public. I'm talking about the Older Woman's Makeup Disasters (OWMD). Like the Blobby Mascara issue, where one's mascara has in the application landed not only on one's lashes, but on one's cheek and perhaps one's eyelid as well.
Or the Overambitious Blush issue, wherein the rosy apples of one's cheeks have migrated both north and south without seeming reason.
My particular bete noir, however, the one I especially swore I'd never succumb to is the Errant Eyeliner issue. That's where your eyeliner seems to have been applied by Picasso, so far is it from the eyelash line where it belongs. Sometimes there's a good quarter inch of lid between the liner and the lashes. Sometimes the liner begins in the right place but then does a detour or even stops short. As a young[er] woman, when I saw this on my elders, I tsk-tsked, "Why can't that woman get her eyeliner on straight?"
Tempted by Sephora
Here's why: Presbyopia. The degeneration of the lens in our eyes ability to focus on objects that are closeup.
Here's another why: the loss of manual dexterity that accompanies aging.
And the final why: the urge to rush through any ministrations requiring a somewhat close attention to one's face.
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