First post

I’m on my thirties. My skin doesn’t glow how it used to. My dark circles are the same though. I now have pimples, I don’t know if it is acne. I’m getting older, but not wiser…

My mom had rosasea, so do I. she died in 2004. She taught me how to make up. We had a lot in common. Make up wasn’t what defined her, but it was something present. When my rosasea got horst and my pimples appeared I understood why she never got out of the house without make up.

I always played with make up, but always end up putting it aside, until a year and half ago.

I needed to cover my blemishes, dark circles and dull skin. So I started buying and using make up consistently. Everyone started saying I was my mother’s daughter. Funny. Make up wasn’t the only thing my mother liked or was. As me. But somehow that sameness rang in my mind.

I remember my mother trying to teach me how to cook, knowing I could do it, but I didn’t wanted to. I remember my mother telling me I could do whatever I wanted and motivating me to go on studying, reading, learning.

My mother spoke French, but she didn’t spoke English. She was very self conscient about that, so she made me go to English classes, although we had English at school. I haven’t written in English for ages. I can speak, more than I can write. She would be sad to know that I forgotten how to write in English.

I miss her.

I spend a lot of money in books and in make up. In a strange way, I’m embarrassed that I spend a lot of time with make up. I guess I should spend more time improving my English writing skills, or studying for my thesis…

But we need to rest from the madness, the absurd of reality. And make up does that to me. It relaxes me.

So, I decided I shouldn’t be embarrassed of my love for make up. And I could see a lot of ways to make it useful.

I’m a teacher, I don’t want student’s looking to my pimples instead of paying attention to my class. I don’t want my colleagues miss interpreting my dark circles for tiredness or sadness. And I want to fell nice, pretty. I know that all that is physical will degrade, that what matters is what I do, what I leave behind for others, what I know, what’s inside me, what I can give to others and I have a lot to give.

I really need to improve my writing skills, in English. If I started a blog in English, maybe someone would point out my mistakes, also word has a correcting spell tool….

So I decided, it’s time to embrace my love for make up, it’s time to fell closer to my mom, it’s time to do better in English, has she wished, it’s time to relax from my thesis, so:

I love make up, so what?

Please, if there is something wrong in my texts, please tell me, that’s one of the purposes of this blog :D

I’ll be writing about make up and beauty products that I love. English is not my mother language, so, help me by correcting me when something is wrong or could be better said J

If you’re still reading thank you! :D