To paraphrase the statement of the most interesting man in the world, I don’t always blog about make-up, but when I do… Wait. I don’t actually know what I do when I blog about make-up because I believe it’s my first time. This is how it happened.
It’s a poor luck that on my way to work, I pass the chemist’s. It’s even worse luck that on my way to work, I have time to spare when my bus arrives on time. My spare time doesn’t spare my wallet because I’ve become inexplicably attracted to the chemist’s make-up shelves.
I consider it essential to be presentable when working among people. (I teach young adults, so the question arises whether or not my students are people, since they do not usually behave people-like, but let’s leave this dilemma aside for the purpose of this post.) Being presentable entails putting war paint on my face, which is otherwise naturally discoloured and vaguely discomforting to look at.
I tend to avoid scrupulously spending too much, and I also tend to try hard to use whatever I happen to have at home – including expired poor-quality decorative cosmetics. (That is, I imagine it has expired, provided that I’ve had the items for five to ten years, but it’s hard to say because any expiry dates, if present, have been obliterated from the containers.) Since my earnings aren’t currently enough to pay the rent, the logical choice is to spend them on something else. Such as fresh war paint.
I’ve amassed what is by my standards a huge stash of decorative cosmetics. I now own not two or three but ten (!) bottles of nail polish – about five of them recently purchased, the rest is old and possibly no more useable, but I’m not throwing anything out unless I give it a try to make sure. I also have not one but two unexpired lipsticks and two fresh lip glosses. The most shocking fact is my simultaneous possession of two blushes. (A few days ago I buried in the bin my first ever blush that was clearly inexhaustible because it lasted me about fifteen years and still wasn’t empty when I binned it.)
Now I managed to horrify myself by writing it down and actually realising what I’ve been putting on my face. In keeping with my midlife crisis though, I’ve made myself all set up make-up wise and have started to use only the new fancy things to paint a face on my face. I suffer from a severe case of brand loyalty, so all I buy is Maybelline. As pictured in the snap above, I got me, among other things, the very elaborate Diamond Glow eyeshadows and Cat Eyes mascara (because it has a cat in its name).
Well, based on personal experience, I can confirm that there is a difference between using ten-year-old make-up and new make-up. A colossal difference, actually. I put the eyeshadows on, rather inexpertly, and some ten hours later, they looked exactly the same as when I applied them in the morning. I was so stunned that I didn’t even want to remove them for the night. I didn’t pay much attention to the marketing name – Diamond Glow – so it was for me to find out that the thing makes my eyes glow in a rather lovely manner. The Cat Eyes mascara didn’t add cats to my eyes, which is pitiful, it nonetheless looked just as perfect in the evening as in the morning. The point being, I guess, don’t use old make-up.