Wednesday, March 18, 2009

The Emperor's New Clothes

You remember the story, the emperor gets convinced that his new invisible clothing is the latest in high fashion and goes parading around naked. It struck me this morning that I'm doing the same thing. No I'm not doing housework in the buff, much to my husbands dismay.
I climb out of the shower and commence the process of "getting ready" for what I'm not sure, but trust me I'm ready for it. Step one, put on moisturizer. I'm a (cough, cough,) thirty-something woman so this is a crucial step. What's the most important thing about a good moisturizer? To feel like nothing. Slather it on, pay through the teeth, so ultimately I and certainly no one else knows it exists. Step two, foundation or my new best friend "invisible foundation". Oh yes, you can call it a primer or what not, wear alone or underneath a step 3. Use what ever terminology you want, it's invisible makeup and I bought it. Step 3, translucent powder. This would be basically clear powder with no discernible color to "set" the invisible foundation. Step 4, clear gloss because my lips are always this moist and supple on their own. Add a little blush (not invisible by definition) mascara (which you CAN buy invisible, I have not jumped off that cliff yet) and I'm pretty much through. Fifteen minutes of my life, spent doing stuff to myself to try to make myself look like I didn't spend fifteen minutes of my life, doing anything to myself!!! My point. Nothing really. I'm not about to change the process, I'm actually pretty happy with the results in a this ranks up there with the dumbest things I've pondered in a long time sort of way. What do I want my kids to learn from reading this in the future? Probably that we all do things that don't make a lot of sense. We need to think about the things we do and make a decision to continue or not. I've thought about it and I've decided to continue because as ridiculous as the process seems it effects no one but me. There are few things in life that fall under that umbrella, treasure the ones that do.

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