The other day I had to meet with my great-great-grand boss (my boss’s boss’s boss’s boss), and out of sheer nervousness I put off any preparations until the last minute.
As per usual, I didn’t put on makeup, and I found myself in the same position as before: side-by-side on a Zoom meeting with a young, lovely, perfectly made-up person. It was again like a twisted Before and After, if the Before is a red-faced wispy-haired man-woman, and the After is a gorgeous peach-faced healthy blonde.
This time I did not excuse myself mid-meeting to draw in my eyebrows, I just accused my new great-great-grand boss of not playing fair, and left it at that. The minute the meeting was over, I hopped up and put on FULL makeup, because I was just that demoralized. Then I took a photo of myself and sent it to her.
I was struck by two things as I put on full makeup for the first time in six months.
- I have totally forgotten all makeup information. Not just how and where to apply it: I had to turn each object around to read what it was for. “This says eye-liner pencil. How does that differ from ‘brow-pencil’ — oh, that’s right, I draw a line beneath my eye lashes for some reason.”
- Second, I look so much better with makeup. It’s a miracle product. Not so much the eyeshadow, which I just troweled on willy-nilly, or the eye-liner, which had dried up, but the foundation really is effective. It makes me have skin-colored skin again.
This is not to say I’m going to go around wearing makeup all the time again, but if I find that I am scheduled to have another one-on-one Zoom call with a young woman I might consider it.