I’m a lick of mascara girl. Ten seconds with the brush and my face is all ready for the day.
I used to do the whole make-up thing: eye-liner, eye shadow, foundation, lipstick… Then I had babies. No longer any time for all that. I decided I liked the fresh faced look. I didn’t have much choice really.
Only having to flick the mascara brush a few times makes the morning routine very easy. I got to like simplicity. For years, I never thought about make-up. Then my eldest daughter announced she was getting married.
“I’ll be home a few days before the wedding,” said Felicity. “Can you make me a hair appointment for the big day? Oh yes! I’ll need a make-up session too.”
A make-up session? That got me thinking. As mother of the bride would I be expected to wear make-up? Wanting to look my best, and not embarrass my daughter by appearing dowdy, I set off to town with my other four daughters in tow, in search of the necessary supplies.
We headed to the nearest chemist and prowled up and down the make-up aisles. So much choice. What did I need? After much debate with my young feminine advisers (who were as clueless as me), I decided upon a complexion perfection starter kit which contained: undercover airbrush primer, natural mineral cover, mineral bronzer, and a natural finishing veil.
Wow! All that for just one face.
I added an eye-liner to my shopping basket and a lipstick and decided to forgo the eye shadow. I was all set.
A few days before the wedding, I decided I’d better have a trial make-up run. I was sadly out of practice. Would I be able to apply everything to the right place in the right manner?
I gathered my wedding clothes and my make-up supplies, shut my bedroom door firmly and got to work. I smoothed and brushed and outlined and when I’d finished… Wow! Was that really me looking back from the mirror? I looked sort of... elegant. I quickly pulled on my mother-of-the bride clothes before emerging from my room.
“Wow! Mum! You look wonderful!”
“You look like a queen!”
“You look so elegant!”
“You look so elegant!”
Everyone was amazed. The girls couldn’t stop smiling. My husband Andy was grinning too. I was a mother no longer. I was an elegant woman.
I remember a wonderful magical night when my own mother turned into the most beautiful elegant woman in the world. Dad must have been taking her out to a party. She was wearing an elaborate gown, and sparkling jewels and high heeled shoes. And her face… lipstick, mascara, foundation… the full works. I thought my mother looked like a fairy tale princess.
After Felicity’s wedding, I wondered if I should continue to look elegant. Perhaps I should take more care with my appearance. Maybe I could give away simplicity and develop a new more complicated get-ready-for-the-day routine. Would my daughters like it if they had an elegant mother full time? I thought about it but before I came to a decision…
My youngest daughter Gemma-Rose climbed onto my lap for a cuddle. She placed her soft cheek next to mine. Then she turned and gave me a huge long kiss. And I was glad I hadn’t any foundation or lipstick on, that might have rubbed away. Gemma-Rose hugged me tightly and said, “You are so beautiful, Mum!”
“But I don’t have any make-up on!” I protested.
“You don’t need make-up, Mum. You’re beautiful all on your own.”
I smiled. Mothers may not be elegant, but they are still beautiful.
I think I’ll continue being a lick of mascara girl.