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My coat of armor is finally buttoned up.

2010 February 14

I have never been a big make-up girl. Back in grade 10 (believe that translates to Junior year or so for you American readers), I remember distinctly asking my taller, prettier, model-on-the-weekends best friend to coach me through the basics of mascara and lip liner (it was the 90s) for our class pictures. In fact, it was more her sweetly suggesting than me asking.

There I was, the skinniest I have ever been, good skin, great hair, hardly a care in the world, and I didn’t even know what concealer was for. And it continued this way through most of my 20s. A little lip gloss, maybe. A bit of foundation, surely. But the sight of an eyeliner still gave me this nervous energy I could never get past. So I just skipped it altogether. And luckily found a man to love me who didn’t care.

Fast-forward to now. 31, almost 32. Busy is an understatement. Little D is up before me, and ready to take on the world by 7am. I am rushing to everything from coffee to cocktails, it seems. But yet, suddenly, for the first time in my life, I have found time for the frills, no best friend in sight (she’s 5000 miles away).

Have my routine down to a quick science and it’s under 5 minutes (as are many things in my life these days), but it’s a new must in my manic world: L’Oreal matte base, Clinique concealer, L’Oreal Bare Naturale mineral foundation, Guerlain bronzer, Cover Girl mascara, Cover Girl eyeliner (yes, I finally mastered it, though I still examine pictures of everyone from Lauren Conrad to Gisele in mags to see how they do it), MAC eyebrow gel, Chanel lipgloss, and scene.

Maybe it’s because I am getting older and looking like I just rolled out of bed doesn’t have the same allure that it did when I actually was just rolling out of bed.

Maybe it’s that we’re in a recession, and it’s a much cheaper thrill to get a new nail polish than a new handbag.

But I suspect that it’s mainly because, as much as being a working mama who secretly can’t wait for Little D to join a soccer team so I can be certified soccer mom, is the best thing that ever happened to me, I don’t want it showing on my face. And neither does my best friend, I’m sure.

Look Claire! I can do it on my own now!

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