Today while "putting on my face," as my mom used to say, I thought about the time I take each day in doing so. I do this even if I'm not going anywhere. Sometimes it feels like a chore and sometimes it feels like a treat. Most of the time it feels like a small place in my day where I can go and just be the woman I dreamed of being as a little girl.
My little girl image of a grown up woman was a mixture of 10 % Wonder Woman, 10 % Morgan Fairchild ("Dallas", anyone?), and 60% my mother with the other 20% being filled in by other random characters, such as Joan Jett. I watched my mom apply liquid eyeliner every day and do her hair-I asked her where we were going. She replied, "Nowhere, I just feel better after I put on my face." I could see that she did, too. Her mood was lifted, plus, she was gorgeous. Morgan Fairchild gave me the impression that I would have a fancy bedroom and have my slippers at the bedside when ready for bed. Which I do (not so much a fancy bedroom, but slippers by the bed, anyhow)...and I religiously apply cream to my hands and feet before bed as well. Wonder woman instilled in me the idea that with the right accessories...boots, arm bands, corset-I could leap over buildings and fight injustice all while looking extremely hot.
So, as I do my make-up I have a special time to myself. My husband knows that the kids should not be in the room with me during this time if at all possible. He entertains them downstairs. On weekdays I usually do this during Ever's (my 18 month old) nap or before she wakes. It's quiet and it's a luxury to sit at my vanity and do my thing. Some days I put thought into my outfit...other days (like today), I'm in my husband's t-shirt and some shorts. No matter about the outfit, I feel pretty.
If I think on how many times Eric (my husband) has commented on my appearance vs. housework it's a no brainer. He very often thanks me for making the effort (even though he knows it's more for me than anything or anyone else), he may not say "Wow, you did your makeup," but he'll take a look at me and say something about how beautiful or how sexy I am.
So, if you ever find yourself in a frumpslump (as I like to call it), bust out your makeup kit. It doesn't take much-you know what your basics are that make you feel like yourself. Take care of yourself...the laundry isn't going anywhere.