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What can I say? My day was mostly uneventful, but here are a few highlights:
1) I was faced with some decisions. Namely: what, exactly, counts as "makeup"? For example, is it fair to decide that my SPF15 makeup primer shouldn't count as makeup because it isn't tinted (back on Day 22, the sales-rep at Sephora promised that it would help both "brighten" and "even out" my skin tone. Right.). Or how about curling my eyelashes? Certainly that shouldn't count as makeup. I stared at the sheet hanging over my bathroom mirror, and wondered (hoped!) that the prior day's waterproof mascara was still stuck to my lashes. With this in mind, I hesitated before washing my face: greasy skin + eyelashes, or clean skin + invisible-lashes? Sigh... I went ahead and washed my face, and then applied the sunscreen/primer, curled my lashes, looked longingly at my makeup kit, and then dabbed Aquaphor on my lips. My face FELT okay, but without mirrors, the whole thing was really anti-climactic (yet nerve-wracking). Oh, and I felt like a freak for missing the smell of my foundation.
2) I fantasized about eating a lot of berries with breakfast and accidentally staining my lips and cheeks in a brilliant shade of makeup-free raspberry. No berries in the house. Somehow banana-stained lips didn't sound quite so apPEELing (get it?!?)
3) What to do with the saved 5 minutes of my morning routine? I must have been desperately craving contact with some non-makeup cultural symbol of femininity. Or maybe I just needed a scent-fix. Anyway.... I sniff-tested all of the perfume samples I've collected over the past few years and decided to spray myself abundantly with something called Touch by Tocca. It smelled great in the sample sprayer, but not so much on me. According to Sephora, the core scent notes of Touch should be "Gardenia & Balsam" (at least that's what they were back in 2006 when they still sold this stuff!). Anyway, the sample sprayer smelled like Gardenia (heady romantic floral), but I just smelled like Balsam (a resinous pine tree). I spent the next few minutes unsuccessfully attempting to wash the scent off of my wrists and neck. Overall time saved: negative 3 minutes. Oops.
4) After all of this I was REALLY nervous to leave the house. Not only was I bare-faced but I smelled like a pine tree. But then... big surprise... NOBODY NOTICED. Or, at least nobody said anything, or acted differently. I guess this doesn't surprise me on a logical level, but on an emotional level I'm still suspicious that people were just being nice. Then again... maybe that's all that counts? What do you think?
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