Last week a PR sent me some light-hearted stats about women and make up. Apparently 30% of women have make up at least ten years old.
Eugh, yuck that’s vile I thought…until a little voice in my head suggested I might want to go and check. I did and Well, it might not be ten years but some of it possibly wouldn’t pass a lax health and safety check.
There were some sticks of unidentified stuff that I can honestly say I’m not sure if they were for lips, eyes or just a random crayon that got caught up in the whole psychological mess.
Got me thinking about how our make up bags are often our comfort blankets. Not just the mask we apply but more than that. It’s a bit of a journey through my life, the ups and downs reflected in bronzes that hold memories of care-free summers. Near empty pots of sparkly stuff that remind me of dancing and vodka and tequila.
I don’t want to throw them out because actually, they remind of all the different people I’ve been. The moments that make memories all safe and sound in a slightly grubby looking Chanel bag.
I even found a lip pencil I would never wear again but I didn’t throw it because it reminds me of meeting Jonathan. Things like foundation and mascara I will always throw because they are just the canvas. It’s the colour I decided to add, the bright red lipstick I slicked on at the age of 20-something because it made me feel so much more confident than I was.
My makeup was more sparkly, daring and exuberant when I was single and perhaps a little of me would like to go back, just for a day and be that girl again.
I can remember so clearly, being in a club utterly in love with a man who would break my heart. I remember going backwards and forwards to the loos with my best mate, over and over again to reapply highlighter and lip gloss. Like I was going into battle- turns out I was.
Truth is, my makeup bag is the person I am, was and maybe would like to be again. It’s full of crap and broken bits of something but I know in my heart of hearts it will stay that way – unless the health inspector gets me first.