I’m not what you’d call a make-up person. Eye shadow is as far as I’m prepared to go on a daily basis. In a nice neutral tone. Most of which is probably gone before I even leave the house in the morning. On special occasions, I might be persuaded to apply a coat of mascara. But as I said, only on special occasions.

I’m not saying I don’t own any other cosmetics. I do. About once a year, I go through a phase where I take a renewed interest in such things. It’s probably not a coincidence that it usually occurs roughly about six months prior to my birthday, when those “Wow, I’m almost ___” thoughts start filtering through my brain.

These thoughts are almost immediately followed by a desperate attempt to integrate all things cosmetic into my routine. Which lasts, roughly, 36 hours.

The remnants from my last foray into this oh-so-elusive realm are currently housed in a small make-up pouch in my purse. I consider it my emergency stash. Although, I’ve yet to define what kind of emergency would warrant the unexpected application of eye make-up. Well, you can never be too prepared, right?