I recently ran out of my latest experiment in tinted moisturizers - which honestly do not provide the coverage a woman of a certain age requires. But I persist in trying them, my bathroom cabinet cluttered with trial samples and ancient tubes of war paint, none quite the right shade. While visiting a friend, we came upon a MAC store. I love MAC cosmetics. They look good on me, they carry the right shades and tints and tools. Why I persist in drifting off into the cosmetic hinterlands just baffles me. I came home and threw away the blue eyeshadow palette, the odd ancient creme blush (that probably harbored mold), the lipstick in the wrong shade of red, and a riot of nail enamel in colors that my daughter might wear.
The real question here: if we know what works, why don't we just use it? We distract ourselves, we experiment, we look for the greener eyeshadow on the new horizon. I'm an adman's dream - I'll try about anything, and end up going back to MAC. There should be a lesson in this - some metaphor for my life path. As soon as I get my face on, I'll think about it.
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