When I was in high school, I was obsessed with makeup, as most girls are, I think. I wouldn't leave without it
in the morning, I carried it in my bag with me. I reapplied lipstick after lunch and several times during the day. When I moved to college, I kind of gave up. I wore makeup as needed- when I went out or had something special going on. But I was in technical theater. I worked and sweated and generally most of my makeup wore off. When I moved to UT, I wore makeup to work, but mostly because it was expected of me. I had gotten to the point where I didn't really think makeup made that big of a difference to me. I always wore makeup to Verite because I was supposed to look good and professional. Then I had Claire. And got laid off. And I stayed home all day. And so I quit wearing makeup. Because really, a baby doesn't care if you have makeup on or not. And I haven't really cared what other people think about my appearance for a while. Alann likes me with or without makeup. In the two years since she was born, I have worn makeup less than a handful of times. Teene told me I had to wear makeup to the wedding. =P So I've been wearing makeup to get used to it again. Which was a good idea. My foundation was making me break out. So now I have new foundation. And I've been wearing makeup any day I am going out. I'm just kind of trying it. I'm trying to decide if it is something that I need in my life or not. I can't say it makes me look a lot better. And it doesn't really make me feel any better about myself. And it takes time and effort. So I don't know. I am torn. I may keep wearing it only when I am going out. Or I may stop wearing it again all together. Maybe when I'm 30 I'll start wearing it all the time again. So that's my random musings for the day.