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"Makeup Artist" 

 

Date Range: 01/01/1971 To 12/31/1979   Comments: 6   Views: 17,067
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One glorious evening, while I was preparing myself for a date, I was borrowing my mother’s most expensive eye cream. I wasn’t allowed to use this, so I snuck very quietly into my mother’s room and applied it very carefully in the dark. I could barely see myself in her vanity mirror from the hall light illuminating behind me.

 

I could hear our tv going in the living room. I was aware that everyone was sitting together watching some sitcom of the 70’s. Was it Archie Bunker? Bionic Man? Who knows. I was busy. I had to get ready for my date.

 

I was quiet and content just doing my thing, then out of the shadows came my older sister.  She busted out laughing so hard.  I could see the mirror shake from her running down the hall to tell my parents.

 

My mother was so upset she was tight-lipped.  I saw it in the other pictures. I remember her grabbing me by the arm to get me cleaned up. Spanking? Oh, you betcha!

 

From that point on I am a total blank.  Can you say “bad girl”?

 

My father was laughing just as hard as my sister if that’s possible. My sister has the wicked witch cackle laugh, you can’t mistake it. Somewhere there’s a picture of my sister with her head tilted as far back as it will go, mouth wide open, hand on her gut.

 

My father took out his expensive camera and snapped away. I used to have a better quality photo, but it got lost in the move across the country.  The photo that I’m showing here is one my father had over the years. He even made the frame. I need to put glass over the picture to protect it from fading any more.

 

Back to the story, my father brought this beautiful framed picture into our church as soon as he could. At time of announcements our pastor pulled it out and asked everyone in the congregation if they could guess who it was.

 

I put my face in my mother’s lap and cried.



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Member Since
Aug 2008
Myka Piereonini said:
posted on Mar 05, 2010
ahahahahaha

I'm not laughing AT you but that is so SO funny! The picture nails it. We've all done it, Charisma. Too bad your mum didn't find it funny too.


Member Since
May 2008
Charisma R said:
posted on Mar 05, 2010
I was almost done!

I only had a little bit left around the eye and I was all set! They told me how amazed they were that I didn't get any in my eyes or inside my ears.

Yep, done it all.  When I was about 5 or 6 I put my hair in a ponytail and cut it off. I had long hair down to my butt.  I wanted to look like Dorothy Hamill.

I'll keep writing. I got more just gotta remember.


Member Since
Oct 2009
Henrietta Giseppe said:
posted on Mar 05, 2010
too funny

That bottle probably was an expensive cream that she got when she could afford. I remember this fancy French powder my mother used to have with a huge, fluffy applicator. I thought it was sophisticated and gorgeous. Then later I found it for $15 online. LOL


Member Since
Oct 2009
p. bernard leclerc said:
posted on Mar 06, 2010
Ladies

I'd be a rich man if my wife didn't buy "beauty" products.
Lip stick is all I need - and now I'm reminded  - there's a great anthropological story on the evolution of lipstick.  

Ok, goes like this - before woman lost their ability to do this in the evolutionary process, they (like other primates) would signal the worthy males that they were ready for mating by an engorged bright display of the genital area (like the primates do today.)  Over time, for a number of reasons, (perhaps the upright posture was more prohibitive of the view) woman lost the ability to produce such a display, and so in their crafty superior ways, would smear colored (red or whatever) berries or something else on their mouths to signal that they were  ready for mating.

I kid you not.
 
Now, I can tell you this - Men are surely attracted to vivid red lipstick today.   Hmmmm, maybe there is a connection - 
      


Member Since
Feb 2010
Patrick Kelley said:
posted on Mar 06, 2010
That is precious.

The sad little cute face in the picture is too adorable for words.  Those big brown eyes look so scared peeking out from behind the white makeup.
Started dating at a rather early age, did ya? 


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Aug 2007
Archibald Sharron said:
posted on Mar 08, 2010
That picture


This made me chortle, chuckle, guffaw, and laugh all at once. What a terrific memory and even more impressive that they thought to capture it on film.

With regards,
Archibald Sharron