Thursday, April 03, 2008
Slice of Lime With Schmear
Anyone who knows me knows I hate wearing makeup, knows I don't even own any real makeup. You might even know I didn't even wear any on my wedding day. With that bit of knowledge you might wonder why I have a picture up that looks like I may well have needed to chisel my face off later on.
It couldn't possibly be because I ran out of time to take any other picture and I knew you had never seen this one, naaaawwwww. Yes, I realize It's a really ghastly, garish make-up job. It was supposed to be. The truth is I still hate wearing make-up for every day occasions, and I figure why put it on for a special occasion because then I don't feel like myself anymore. Therein lies the answer. I was a drama club geek all through junior high and high school and into college. It's all about getting into character. Make-up to me is automatically associated with being on stage and being someone other than who I normally am. A couple months ago Lecram put out the call for bloggers to shoot a scene for a short movie he was putting together. (Illness and family needs later put the project on the shelf.) It sounded like great fun and he said he envisioned my part as somewhat Norma Desmondish. It was a hoot putting a campy Lime twist on the bit, including the badly overdone face. Of course, I had to go scrambling through the Halloween box and my daughters' bedrooms to find enough product to apply so heavily but for the sake of getting into character I'll don make-up readily.