Sometimes I feel like makeup is a disease. And I have it. Any time I've tried to shake it off, it continues to flare up....so maybe it's more like a rash or something......... Either way- I can't seem to shake it off, or extract it from my life.
It's not that I want it out of my life. But I wouldn't mind trying something different...like, completely different. You wouldn't believe the things I've tried, that are at the absolute opposite end if the spectrum to makeup. A few close friends know about my endeavors outside of Makeup....and God bless them for humouring me. And brace yourself, because I don't know if I've entirely given up on these endeavors....but either way- my life keeps leading me back to makeup, and continuously.
Have any of you ever heard the story about the man who get's caught in a flood and is standing on a rooftop.....?
Here....a short story before I explain:
It had been raining for days and days, and a terrible flood had come over the land. The waters rose so high that one man was forced to climb onto the roof of his house to avoid the floodwaters, faithfully praying to God to save him.
As the waters rose higher and higher, a man in a rowboat appeared, and told him to get in. “No,” replied the man on the roof. “I have faith in the Lord, the Lord will save me.” So the man in the rowboat went away. The man on the roof prayed for God to save him.
The waters rose higher and higher, and suddenly a speedboat appeared. “Climb in!” shouted a man in the boat. “No,” replied the man on the roof. “I have faith in the Lord; the Lord will save me.” So the man in the speedboat went away. The man on the roof prayed even harder, knowing that God would save him.
The waters continued to rise. A helicopter appeared and over the loudspeaker, the pilot announced he would lower a rope to the man on the roof. “No,” replied the man on the roof. “I have faith in the Lord, the Lord will save me.” So the helicopter went away. The man on the roof prayed again for God to save him, steadfast in his faith.
The waters rose higher and higher, and eventually they rose so high that the man on the roof was washed away, and alas, the poor man drowned.
Upon arriving in heaven, the man marched straight over to God. “Heavenly Father,” he said, “I had faith in you, I prayed to you to save me, and yet you did nothing. Why?” God gave him a puzzled look, and replied “I sent you two boats and a helicopter, what more did you expect than that?”
I frequently ask myself...and whoever is out there, watching over us all....'Am I doing the right thing...tell me what should I be doing with my life?'
Is makeup my two boats, and a helicopter?
All that aside.....Makeup is one of the constants in my life. It is my livelihood, and as Richard Dreyfuss said in 'Down and out Beverly Hill's', "It puts the hanger's under the clothes that are on your back!" (you must see this movie...there's almost nothing I love more than one of Richard Dreyfuss' epic freakouts). I feel confidant when I'm doing makeup...and it's one of the only times in my every day life where I feel like I know exactly what I'm talking about (the rest of the time, it's just hit and miss). I actually feel like the Queen of England when I'm speaking about makeup with clients.
And there's almost nothing better than to have people actually listen to you. I think one thing people want most from other people is to be heard, and respected. And this is how I feel when I'm at work. 85 percent of the time anyway- you're always going to get the 'Know-it-All's' riding in on their miniature donkey's (yeah- they don't even get a real donkey to ride on...pssh!)
I think it's important in life to find something that you're good at. If you're lucky, there might be a handful of things you can do very well.
Another reason why I refer to makeup as a disease is because of my morning ritual. I have brainwashed myself into thinking that I can't leave the house without a certain level of putty on. A lot of people ask me how long it takes me to get ready in the morning. I've perfected my makeup down to fifteen minutes, sometimes ten. My hair takes me the same amount, depending on how adventurous I get. There are some days where I just feel like throwing shit to the wind....forget the makeup, forget the hair....HELL, forget showering! I have fantasies about leaving the house, dark circles and all, feeling the wind on my naked skin (FACE ONLY, people!), hair frizzing as the day goes on, and just not giving a damn! But then that's the day you'll bump into your old boss- or a friend you haven't seen in 20 years (okay, that would make me seven years old, but you get what I mean) and when they ask you, "So, what's new?" You feel like you're obligated to tell them all the bad, and the ugly, because the way life's kicked you in the butt over the years is showing on your face too much to lie (in the form of dark circles, crows feet, and a worry-line above your brow). So THAT is one of the reason's I never leave the house without even the bare essentials my friends (concealer, mascara, blush, and lip gloss).
Anyway, I say makeup is a disease..... But I love it. I love it's power to transform, and to make women (and some men) feel empowered. I used to struggle with the thought of, 'how am I really helping people with makeup? Am I really making any kind of significant difference?' And when you've got a woman in her early fifties sitting in your chair, who breaks down in tears because her daughter's passed away a year previous, and she says to you, "My daughter was about your age, and she would've been so excited that I was getting my makeup done," and then she looks in the mirror and the tears start again because in the past year she hasn't seen anything but red, puffy eyes looking back at her in the mirror, that's when you know you might be helping....even just a little bit.
Have a great day everyone,
Much Love
Adrienne
And furthermore, when I was speaking about feeling like the Queen of England when I'm talking makeup.....I'm not too far off the mark. My Mother is a Spencer, and as we all know, before Princess Diana was her HRH..... she was Diana Spencer. I'm assuming the Royal's didn't come to BC because they didn't want to steal my thunder....and...about not being invited to the Royal wedding...I think being forgotton, is a lot better then deliberately not being invited....*ahem* Fergie. I've got my 'fascniator' and two piece dress suit in tow, whenever they finally realize who I am ;)
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