Brenda’s closet. Day 58.

Makeup.  I love it.  I grew up with glamorous ladies.  My mom and my sister were models, so there were always drawers in the bedrooms and bathrooms filled with lovely little containers of wonderful potions and colors.  Jars filled with brushes—a special one for each container.  So pretty, so alluring.

Once I hit sixteen, makeup was allowed.  So exciting!  I was probably one of the last girls in my school to earn the privilege.  I was a late bloomer…big time.  Fortunately, I was oblivious to the fact that I was the queen of the nerds.  I bloomed in baby steps.  It’s a learning process. You watch your mom, the cool girls at school, and read every magazine and little by little, you find your way.

I believe that makeup is the best tool ever created for women.  It has been around for thousands of years, so I’d say it has stood the test of time.  It can hide flaws, accentuate the good things, and enhance natural beauty.  You can do a little or a lot, depending on your needs, your skill, and your confidence.  Mostly, it’s a lot of fun!

How many lipsticks do you have?  I’m not telling…Brenda