I know a while back when I had intruders, I’d gotten a bit flustered and overly rattled. In an earlier blog I mentioned all that transpired and not wanting to leave the house without makeup despite how frightened I was. Let me elaborate. (For you guys that follow my blog, bear with me – Intruder update at the end.)
Despite my fear, it disturbed me more that in a time sensitive situation, I actually debated whether or not to go to my husbands place of work without makeup. You laugh, but I did spend a few seconds pacing while pondering if I should dab a little something on or by golly, just go. I’d just gotten out of the shower and was fortunately dressed, though my hair was still damp. So I did look a bit frayed. I had to laugh about it later of course at how ridiculous that line of thought was in the first place. For Pete’s sake, what if they’d been at the door or in the house, would I have held my finger up, begging a moment to put my face on before they kill me? Self: “Come on now” and yes, that was my momentary line of thought.
Yes, I admit leaving the house without makeup may not be a big deal for most but it’s a big no-no for me. I do make exceptions however because I don’t wear makeup when I go to the gym and work out. No, No, No. I can’t risk having makeup seep into my now open pores from a lengthy workout.
Years ago, I remember one of my friends stating and she had a way of stating things as fact, that when you leave your home, you are a reflection of your relationship with your spouse. It didn’t necessarily have to include make up but it was an integral part. My best friend at the time was very looks conscious, so we were always dressed well and in those days I was married to someone with money, which made it easy to do. So, I got into the habit.
It wasn’t always like that and I don’t think I ever wore much in school either. I know I didn’t wear lipstick. I think my senior picture was touched up by the photographer, even adding a mole I don’t have.
But after that, keep in mind, all my jobs required that I wear makeup all the time. This was the late 60’s and image was everything. In those days, I even wore hairpieces despite the fact that I had a ton of hair and I often wore fake eyelashes. Granted, I was a flight attendant and hairpieces were crucial to throwing yourself together on a quick turnaround, fog in or any major event when you didn’t even have time to get to a hotel to freshen up, yet still had to look amazing.
My husband? He could care less. When we first started dating, he said I was the foo-fooiest “girl” he’d ever dated. He thinks I’m gorgeous no matter what I do and says so all the time, so he’s never been a part of my decision.
I tell you why I do it now. It makes me feel good and it protects my skin which is even more important now that I’m older.
I wear makeup regardless of what I do. Even when I went rock climbing or skiing and yeah, I’m posed but not intentionally, it just came out that way, I wore makeup.
Years ago, when I started climbing with my hubby, I’d take my little kit with me and slather on sunscreen and foundation and some lip stuff. Well, all of Russ’ lady friends (I came later), all part of our mountain group, would go without. They were barefaced ladies. It was some time, before Russ said something to me about it. It was never because I held up the show putting the stuff on and I didn’t, but only because I had makeup on and no one else did. I told him it protected my skin, but if he’d like I’d just do the bare thing. I gave it a try and went out with only sunscreen protection. The weather and sun intensity on a 14,000 foot mountain can be quite harsh.
Well, it only took a few trips before I started splotching, which is an olive skin thing anyway. Brown patches comes with age, but the more sun exposure you get then the worse it gets. After awhile you can also get white splotches, I get both. Add to that wrinkles. Let’s face it, sun is good for you but bad for your skin. After awhile, I was getting as wrinkled as the rest of the “girls” in the group. Nope! Back it came on. As it was I was at least ten years younger than them but some looked as old if not older than me because they were so neglectful. My husband couldn’t deny that.
I tell you, I know what I’m doing and I’ve been doing it for years. I have a skin program for night and day. My sweet grand daughter put me on a strict face regimen and surprisingly enough it works. I’ve been on it for about four months now and I see a difference. It’s more than I care to do, but it’s now becoming a habit and I feel naked without it.
So here goes.
First of all. NEVER GO TO SLEEP WITH YOUR MAKEUP ON, no matter how drunk or tired you may be. ALWAYS WASH YOUR FACE.
This is me with a clean, washed face and the second photo after my nightly regimen.
Becca has me doing a wash-three-times routine. Once with a cleansing oil (to break up the makeup), the second a foaming wash (rinse after both and pat dry) and the third a dry scrub (to exfoliate dead skin), which doesn’t have to be done each time, then rinse. Then I apply at night Retin-A for the brown spots and a Vitamin C oil followed by a moisturizer. (I’m currently using a toner because I still had some left, but it’s not required) I use a combination of olive oil, coconut and argan. I generally make my own using a store bought generic (organic) base and just add those aforementioned ingredients. I play around with all kinds of stuff and I change things out. I mix product all the time, so it keeps my face guessing.
Well, I didn’t intend to do a beauty spot, but as you can see me already made up, I don’t really look that different, but I know I’m protected and if you notice, for my age (72) I don’t have a lot of chicken skin.
In the morning, I just freshen with toner and Vitamin C oil, a small dot of eye creme, moisturizer and a light coat of foundation and a dot of blush. I may add eyeliner on special occasions, but I don’t usually have to because I had my eyeliner/brows tattooed years ago even though it has faded some. I don’t wear mascara or eyelashes. Too much trouble. So really all the make up does is just even out the skin tone some.
Both photos are un-retouched and the one on the right is before I started her prescribed workout. As you can see my skin appears brighter. My hair was darker on the right as well but I started highlighting to camouflage the grey. I know I should embrace it but when you’re married to a much younger guy, it’s hard to give way to that yet.
FYI, The reason I chose highlights over dark color is because there are carcinogenic ingredients in dark color and none in the lighteners. After my lumpectomy and the high incidences of cancer in our family, I opted for the light. I noticed recently that my grey is taking over and in a few years I’ll let it. I’m not ashamed of being old. Heck! I wouldn’t have given away my age if it was a big deal.
THE INTRUDERS UPDATE
Update on the “homeless” intruders. We had another a week later. My husband was home and yelled at him to not trespass. The young man said there were others after him. If these are outlaws as the police surmised then who knows what is transpiring there. We got a better look at them through binoculars and they are not your typical “homeless”. These guys are not only wanted by the law but the police say their camps are booby trapped and it is common knowledge that it could be a drug outlet. Because these guys are well groomed, I’m inclined to believe that they may actually live elsewhere but do their “business” down there. Purely speculation though. The police do nothing but roust them from time to time and have been ordered not to go there at night.
The police told us that we have the second highest number of homeless in the county because of the many hand outs and outreach programs available to them here. He also stated that many are coming in from other states because of that. Again, those at the bottom of my hill, in the canyon are different, so I’m not talking about what you imagine homeless are.
I have no problem helping those who have hit on hard times. In the old days that’s what close knit churches and communities did. Today, it’s rare that people even know one another that well. Sad but true.
In any case, this blog was a departure of my norm, so I hope you enjoyed it.