I started babysitting when I was 12 earning $.50 per hour; $1 an hour for New Years Eve. I was allowed to start wearing lipstick when I was 13. So, the first thing I did on my 13th birthday was hit the cosmetic aisle at Woolworths. I bought a tube of “Blush Pink” by Coty and my first makeup base, CoverGirl liquid. Oh, and don’t forget a spray bottle of Evening in Paris with matching body powder. It was several years before I graduated to Jean Nate. That first cosmetic buying trip (I think I spent $8) was my initiation to gorgeous – or so I believed.
I knew nothing about matching my liquid base to my skin tone. I figured since I grew up on Miami Beach and was tan, that was the color I should use. I thought I looked beautiful when actually I had a kind of orange glow a la Donald Trump. I knew nothing about blending my base coat out toward my jawline and neck so, mask-like I went to school dreaming I looked like Twiggy. Did I mention that I have freckles and was chubby? You can imagine what my troglodyte “friends” had to say.
Fast forward 50+ years and I just wish I could supplement my retirement income with the $$$ I’ve spent on makeup — liquids, cakes, cremes, powders — Lancome, Estee Lauder, Maybelline, MAC, Avon, Urban Decay, Clinique, L’Oreal – you name it, I’ve tried it. In addition to my makeup base, I’ve spent a fortune on eyeliners, eye shadows, concealers, blushers, wrinkle removers, cover-ups, et al. And guess what?
Wander Woman 