Confession time here. I love cosmetics (we called it makeup in the olden days), even though it can only do so much on my sixty-plus face.
I can remember playing with pretend makeup when I was little and begging my mom to use the real stuff when I turned thirteen (is that a painful age or what?).
Looking back now, I have to laugh at my younger self. I actually wore more makeup when I needed it less. I can remember one hectic morning where I FORGOT TO PUT ON MY MAKEUP before work. Someone asked me if I was sick because I looked “pale.”
The longest day of my nineteen-year-old life. (Shaking my head at my younger self because I had no clue what a real “longest day” could be.)
So here I am in my—what do they call it now?—golden years? Yeah, more like the “what-the-heck?” Years, but whatever. I’m here and I still love trying new makeup (though it’s the blushes and such, not the anti-aging creams. That ship has SO sailed), though my mirror has become very cruel. Hahaha
So it was kind of weird that I wrote a character who grew up in a life devoid of makeup, music, and few choices when I wrote Found Girl: Project Enterprise 6. When Arian’s hosing intersects with that of the Earth ship Boyington, their military ship life has more color and options than she had as a farmer.
And that includes her introduction to both mirrors and makeup desire. Here’s a snippet from Found Girl:
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Arian studied her image in the reflective surface affixed to the wall. Bosakli did not have many of these surfaces, so she had never seen herself with such specificity before. It was somewhat unnerving. The device was about as merciful as an Enforcer. She tipped her head to one side, then the other. A thin face. Unevenly cut brown hair. Her eyes looked too big for her face and sad. She tried a smile. That helped some, but the eyes. Is that what Coop—
At the thought of him, the eyes brightened. Other than leaving Bosakli, his kisses were the most pleasing thing she’d experienced. No wonder her eyes looked sad.
So what do you think? Could you live in a world without makeup, music, and well, everything? I love comments so much that I pick a favorite to receive my monthly AnaBanana gift basket ($25 value). (And don’t forget that once a quarter I’ll be tossing in something fun from the Perilously Fun Shop!) The recipient is announced in the first blog post of the new month.