Mom always puts my make-up on, mainly because she's awesome at it but also because I don't have a clue how to put it on. And she always starts in with, "Oh, Daron! Just look at your eyes!! See, if you would just put a little make-up on..." Boo! I don't want to mess with it. Another thing to take up time in the morning while getting ready. Not worth it. I hate wearing it. Too much to worry about.
As I've gotten older, I don't mind as much getting a little dressed up. Doing Variety Show is almost like Halloween for me. I get to be someone completely different than normal, just by fixing my hair, painting my face, and putting on a dress. And I love singing on stage. It's just fun.
Today I was thinking about when (if ever) I would begin wearing make-up on a regular basis. I don't know if it will happen. I, of course, don't ever see it happening. I do know that things change, and there's that possibility that someday I will wake up with the desire to wear make-up. There is also a possibility that it will never happen. I don't really care. If it happens, it happens. Right now, I am washing this junk off my face. And gladly.
And that's the conclusion to my blog about make-up. Cue Mom telling me I should wear it...