I haven’t worn makeup for two days and the odds of me putting it on today are slim.
“Why?” you might ask. (Or you might not, but for the purpose of this blog let’s suppose you do.)
Because I’m on strike.
That’s right ladies and gentleman – an honest-to-goodness beauty dispute against the weather.
In case you’ve missed the news, we’re experiencing a bout of “extreme and dangerous cold” as the weathermen so aptly put it. In other words, it’s freaking cold outside.
It’s so cold that they’ve cancelled school.
It’s so cold that you will develop icicles in your nose as soon as you step outside.
It’s so cold that Miss Dub makes this gasping noise whenever we have to journey outdoors.
It’s so cold that people are dying.
I draw the line at the last one. I mean, c’mon weather. That’s criminal.
So Miss Dub and I are staying inside for the unforeseeable future, which totally bums me out because we can’t even open the blinds for fear of letting the cold in. So it’s a perpetual gloomy abyss inside our little apartment. It’s depressing. It’s boring. And it’s totally uncalled for.
So I’m not putting on makeup. I’m not doing my hair. I’m not getting dressed. I might not even shower because who the heck would even notice? Did I mention it’s too cold to go outside?
I may start to rot. I may start to lose muscle tone in my legs. I may forget what the sun looks like and be thrown into hysterics when I finally see it in 6-8 weeks.
But that’s the cost of a strike.
Sometimes you have to send a message to the weather. Even if it comes in the form of forsaken eyeliner.
“Why?” you might ask. (Or you might not, but for the purpose of this blog let’s suppose you do.)
Because I’m on strike.
That’s right ladies and gentleman – an honest-to-goodness beauty dispute against the weather.
In case you’ve missed the news, we’re experiencing a bout of “extreme and dangerous cold” as the weathermen so aptly put it. In other words, it’s freaking cold outside.
It’s so cold that they’ve cancelled school.
It’s so cold that you will develop icicles in your nose as soon as you step outside.
It’s so cold that Miss Dub makes this gasping noise whenever we have to journey outdoors.
It’s so cold that people are dying.
I draw the line at the last one. I mean, c’mon weather. That’s criminal.
So Miss Dub and I are staying inside for the unforeseeable future, which totally bums me out because we can’t even open the blinds for fear of letting the cold in. So it’s a perpetual gloomy abyss inside our little apartment. It’s depressing. It’s boring. And it’s totally uncalled for.
So I’m not putting on makeup. I’m not doing my hair. I’m not getting dressed. I might not even shower because who the heck would even notice? Did I mention it’s too cold to go outside?
I may start to rot. I may start to lose muscle tone in my legs. I may forget what the sun looks like and be thrown into hysterics when I finally see it in 6-8 weeks.
But that’s the cost of a strike.
Sometimes you have to send a message to the weather. Even if it comes in the form of forsaken eyeliner.
3 comments:
At least you have a good reason for your strike. I've barely worn make-up since the baby was born, but I still go outside. Poor people who have to look at my scary face & huge bags under my eyes. Today we are going to the carwash...no make-up required:) Please do not freeze!
Geesh! Even here in this Godforsaken desert it is hitting 50 unseasonable degrees. Is Mr. Dub frozen or just sprinting to the car with icicles on his large nostrils. Just to help you feel better - I wandered through Target for about an hour in your honor!
Yeah...I was going to complain about our weather, but I don't suppose I will now. I'm with you on the strike. I stopped wearing make-up the minute I found I was prego. People have since stopped asking if I'm ill when they see me. At least no one see's you. Wish you could just come visit and we could hang out un-washed and un-made-up together!!! (I think that's a few too many --- but I never know when to use them...)
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