At some point in my early teens, my mom told me that I was ready for makeup, and she sat me down for a proper lesson in how to apply cosmetics to maximize my features. She put a touch of mascara on my outer lashes to make my eyes "pop" and a little Vaseline on my lips to make them look soft and pretty. When I turned to look at the mirror, my heart sank. I looked the same, which was not the look I was going for.
Did it teach me to be subtle with makeup? NOPE. It taught me to go over to my friend Tanya's who owned a pillowcase full of beauty products and the subtle touch of a kabuki makeup artist. I'd sit excitedly on her bathroom counter while she'd give me the makeover I was yearning for - loads of liner, mascara, blush, and lipstick with actual color. When she was done, she'd smile proudly and say VOILA, while turning me toward the mirror. And when I'd look at my hyper made-up face--which would take take a bottle of remover to take off--I'd think, "Now we're talking!" I'd spend hours at Tanya's house feeling dazzling (a rare feeling, believe me), and then scrub it off sadly before returning home.
So when Risa told me that she wanted to play makeup last night, I said "Sure, why not? Should we totally overdo it and pile it on?"
"YEAH!!!" she responded.
This was the result. As you can see, I was working the avant-garde eyes, subtle lashes be damned. I can't say that Risa was feeling particularly glamorous afterwards but we sure had a lot of fun. Moderation is great - except when it isn't. Sometimes it's about going overboard.