I’m not what you’d call a make-up person. Eye shadow is as far as I’m prepared to go on a daily basis. In a nice neutral tone. Most of which is probably gone before I even leave the house in the morning. On special occasions, I might be persuaded to apply a coat of mascara. But as I said, only on special occasions.

I’m not saying I don’t own any other cosmetics. I do. About once a year, I go through a phase where I take a renewed interest in such things. It’s probably not a coincidence that it usually occurs roughly about six months prior to my birthday, when those “Wow, I’m almost ___” thoughts start filtering through my brain.

These thoughts are almost immediately followed by a desperate attempt to integrate all things cosmetic into my routine. Which lasts, roughly, 36 hours.

The remnants from my last foray into this oh-so-elusive realm are currently housed in a small make-up pouch in my purse. I consider it my emergency stash. Although, I’ve yet to define what kind of emergency would warrant the unexpected application of eye make-up. Well, you can never be too prepared, right?

My female friends and family members, are baffled by my lack of interest in such things. For them, there is no sin greater than to leave the house without putting on their “face.” I, on the other hand, consider it a good day if I leave the house with weather-appropriate shoes.