|Garden of Zen|
What's your take on this? I love makeup, smokey eyes, false lashes, and a sizzlin' hot, glossy lip.
At home, I rarely wear it. I'd rather be outside, digging' in the dirt, planting bulbs, looking forward to Spring. I turned in my power suit to Diane Sawyer, Oprah and all those awesome, working women I so admire. But, not my cosmetics kit. Not quite yet.
I stopped painting my face when my dog decided to lick it. Incessantly.
I always wear makeup at work, or a night on the town. It makes me feel pretty, polished, empowered and yes, even smart. As someone who made their living as a 'model', I wore a painted face, my image plastered on billboards from Milan to Paris. I always felt like a kid, playing dress up. Today, I love to get my hands filthy, dirty in the earth. Planting my Zen Garden in mud and water, without a stitch of makeup. I feel more me, more alive in my skin than I ever remember. So while I will always say, YES to MAKEUP, I say hello to a new me. A work in progress, a blossoming one.