What’s your earliest makeup memory?
My very first makeup memory stars my mom, who, truth be told, has never really been a makeup kinda gal. She’s always had a few beauty bits and pieces sitting around, things she picked up at the occasional Mary Kay party, but makeup’s not really her thing.
I remember one time she brought a purple eyeshadow duo home from one of those parties. I was seven at the time, and she left it in the bathroom where it tempted me for DAYS.
I’d pad into the bathroom at 6:30 every morning and stare at it with sleepy eyes, fighting the urge to open the compact and stick my fingers into the pan.
I made it about a week before I just couldn’t take it anymore.
One morning I wandered in, grabbed the compact and stuffed it into the pocket of my pajamas, figuring I could take it to school with me and work some magic in the girl’s bathroom before class.
But I didn’t make it that far. On my way back to my room with the forbidden eyeshadow, I bumped into my mom, who coincidentally happened to be standing in front of an oversized picture of Jesus in the hallway. That’s when I dropped the eyeshadow and burst into tears.
My mom reached down, picked it up — thankfully it didn’t break — and then soothed me until I calmed down.
What happened to the purple shadow after that remains a mystery… I have no other memories of it. Maybe it’s still somewhere in my mom’s small makeup collection, lost for all eternity.
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,