I turn 58 in the spring. With the prospect of my life getting shorter I have the urge to Dare Beautiful Girl. Like the words on three poetry dog tags I inserted in a ball chain to create a jewelry poem.
In keeping with this I’m emailing elected leaders on issues that should be taken up. Like acting on the 100+ year-old promise to give the Cherokee Nation a seat in Congress.
Elsewhere what I’m doing points to the fact that a person is not ever too old to change their tune.
All my life I’ve only used clear nail polish to give myself a manicure.
This week I didn’t want my talking hands to fade into the woodwork either.
Confetti-sparkle nail polish to the rescue.
Out of the blue I craved color on my hands to express a lively feeling.
Wit happens when you’re 57.
I see the world differently than I did at 27.
It’s called risking. And risking that my nail polish might chip.
This is neither here nor there in the scheme of world peace.
Yet anything that would make the trial of being a caregiver today worth it I’ll take.
We should cherish that our mother or father is still alive. Forgive them if we must for how our childhoods were.
Often: “The pain is real” as the expression goes. Whatever trial we’re going through I say:
To turn an ordinary day into a celebration buy that $5 bottle of nail polish.
What I would like to do when I retire is volunteer my time to take individuals with disabilities to Sephora. To pay for them to get a makeover.
Neon green nails here I come!
A new Sephora opened in town.
It was worth it to wait on line outside the store for 35 minutes to gain entrance on the opening day.
The people-watching couldn’t be beat.
A microcosm of American women waited to get in. Ladies in hijabs. A teen in blue jeans texting while on line. A woman with a neon-pink headscarf.
I have altered a few details to protect confidentiality.
The point is women of all colors and creeds shop at Sephora. The desire to use makeup to brighten our faces and to feel good unites us.
Once inside I zoomed in on the $14 mascara I wanted to buy.
Waiting on line I heard the woman standing behind me complain:
“This line is taking too long. That woman at the register shouldn’t be taking all that time. Using those teenagers to get discounts.”
Lady shut up I wanted to say. You can afford to shop in Sephora so zip your lip.
Time’s up on acting entitled. It’s time to show privilege the door.
The cashiers were just doing their job. They’re not paid enough to have to put up with this noxious noise.
It took 10 minutes for me to get served. When I’m grateful to be alive and can walk down the street without getting shot at I’m not going to complain about anything.
My goal is to act bolder. I told a friend I wanted to act more assertive. To this he said: “You already are assertive.”
I encourage all women whether younger or older to make a statement. To not be afraid to speak out.
To stand for something as well as standing in line at Sephora.
Yes–I’ve been thinking about what I termed Conscious Chic in a blog category.
The Accidental Icon Lyn Slater talks about this in her latest blog post [see below].
Who needs 10 pairs of the exact same pants?
Who needs a bursting closet and overstuffed dresser drawers?
The manufacturing process of garments has long been a destroyer of our natural world.
It’s time to act in a considered fashion like Lyn Slater believes.
Though I’ve bought an eye shadow compact I intend for this to be the only beauty buy for the foreseeable future.
As well I have the intention to dress in the clothes hanging out in my wardrobe today.
I’m not a Green saint as far as this goes. Like Lyn Slater I’ve been thinking about this.
She talked of being creative.
Acting creative can do a world of good in transforming a simple wardrobe of clothes and collection of makeup into a stunning reflection of individuality.
You don’t have to be rich or thin to express yourself through beauty and fashion.
You can trust that you’ll look good without needing a trust fund.
Read the Lyn Slater Accidental Icon blog entry here.
This is the Before photo of a makeover session at Sephora:
The After photo is below:
Using primer before you add foundation and blush definitely helps make the blush look smoother.
I wouldn’t brush up my eyebrows with powder like this IRL on an ordinary day.
The lipstick is Poeme by Lancome that I chose because I arrived early and browsed the makeup lines.
The makeup artist chose the blush: Nectar by Lancome.
Though this was a birthday makeover I’m not keen to keep doing this every year. The cost can add up.
I also bought the concealer that the artist chose for me. Alas I have dark circles under my eyes and haven’t kept up with using concealer. Now I would like to try using the concealer.
You need something to hang on to that makes you feel good when you have a mental health challenge. Having a makeover can be a bright spot in your life when you’re going through a hard time.
It can also be a mood boost “just because” you want to get a makeover.
I picked up some tips and tricks from the makeup artist that I’ll start to use on my own.
Fifty-two isn’t so bad really. I’m newly fifty-two.
The secret to loving life whatever your age is doing what suits you and discarding the rest. I’m in full swing with the writing and editing of the career book and with the writing of a second memoir that is a collection of essays.
I will tell readers everywhere to have no fear: the future can be brighter than your life was in your twenties.