A day without make up is one of the scariest things I can think of. If caught in such a situation it would mean one of two things - not leaving the house or retreating to my room in the case of visitors.
I don’t usually like wearing my glasses, but I felt blessed to have them today when I realised I had not taken my make up in my overnight bag to my boyfriend’s. At least I was able to hide behind my frames, because the only make up I could scrape together was some old mascara. That is a very bare minimum. Not only did I have to walk around with undefined eyes, I had no eyebrows to be seen. That didn’t used to be such a problem, but now that I have dark hair a lack of eyebrows is very noticeable. I’ve never been so thankful for myopia.
The extent of this need goes as far as camping. This year my family and I went up to our usual river-side camp. It’s not a public camping ground so there’s no one there but us. My immediate family. It’s hard to do your makeup in a tent when all you have is a palm-sized mirror in one hand and each element of the ritual in the other. There’s not much light and I had to balance the mirror on my knee for the two-hand jobs. It was difficult to say the least. But there was no way I was crawling out of that tent into the light of day with nothing on my face. I don’t care if it was only four of the closest people who were going to see me. Just because you’re sleeping next to a river doesn’t mean you have to go around looking like a taniwha.