MAC Made My Day

Upon awakening yesterday, I decided that I was going to get all dolled up and head out into the world. There was a snazzy casual outfit that formed and my face was done to perfection. Some of my make up had finally been replenished at the MAC counter, and the mirror made for a wonderful friend. The matching bag in tow made for a rather coordinated lady. The first stop was my local music store for the pricing of music stands and informative small talk.
While inside Sam Ash, the pricing of the music stands was fair; however, I voiced my concern for the flimsy wire things that simply did not make sense to me. Their existence was explained to me as a cringe crept over my face. It made more sense to me to simply spend the money on a stand that would actually hold music instead of watching entire pages fall or be taken by the wind. Perhaps this is my opinion because I am a professional musician. A text came through about a possible job from an old friend. My car soon said hello and took me down south to the land of Richmond Heights. This is the realm of my youth and the domain of my mother. . We chatted and made plans to make future progress.
We decided to run some errands together and then dine at IHOP. As we entered the establishment, there were many things that crumbled under her rather critical eye. All of a sudden the familiar face of a percussionist soon turned into a pleasant conversation; there were new jobs at new locations. When we were finally seated, there were more unpleasant statements that did not make for the glorification of a day thanks to my mother. The food soon came to the table when I noticed that my chicken tender sauce was vanishing without my assistance. She wanted to know why her food did not come with the sauce and how could she possibly be served in such a manner. The waiter was nabbed and attacked with my pleas of another round of sauce so that I could possibly have the chance to enjoy my lunch. Everything turned out fine.
While watching the Sex in the City marathon, happy thoughts crossed my mind. It had been an informal music morning. It occurred to me that maybe these nice things happened because my face looked so good. It was certainly a good thing that I looked radiant because I ran into people. My goodness the horror of being seen and looking drab could make for a hideous memory. The whole make up thing never happened to me. Its use was not encouraged during my upbringing and it never really surfaced as an adult. It was not until a rather fashionable friend took my face into her own hands and made me look like the next thing walking down the runway; this was soon followed by my mother gifting me a make over at the MAC counter. Your present day Lady likes to watch youtube videos to learn make up tricks to keep myself looking amazing. I finally mastered the smokey eye look in time for an event last week, and the fall will bring the arrival of the highly anticipated brushes. All of this excitement from facial art!

The Smokey Eye

The Smokey Eye look became a reality for me last December; however, it wasn’t something that I felt comfortable recreating by myself. The video tutorial that I watched did not offer much comfort. My enthusiastic mother contacted the MAC counter to find out if they could do a quick lesson, and they consented free of charge; I just never made it there. As of today, things have changed.
My next angelic appearance, in costume, happens this coming Saturday. I wanted to combine the smokey eye with gold accents to carry the celestial realm to my facial expression. When a friend invited my to hang out today, it occurred to me that it was time to try it for myself. After all I did view a new video on youtube yesterday. Why not give it a test run?
From the moment that I finished, my eyes were never distracted from staring at myself. The colors were simply amazing. The look was completed with a nude lip which made for a nice subtle contrast. The idea of being seen in public was exhilarating. Why I even initiated a business interaction which went quite well. I am convinced that it was the make up. Saturday can not arrive fast enough for me. The anticipation of the pictures is more than I can take….

Monday: My Day

Monday is the day when my roads are normally opened. They may be blocked, winding, or even messy but they are opened for me to make choices. After a rather pleasant weekend, my workday began with the new process of creating my face. It did not take as long as I had anticipated and soon, I was out the door en route to the job that I wish to change. Because of the paint that was applied to my face, I was a more effective person today. The amount of compliments that I received for my appearance was simply amazing. The positive energy lifted me into other dimensions that I recognized as former haunts. It was a good feeling for me.
The experiences that my body has been through since the car accident last July continue. Another doctor must be added to the list to address my nervous system with x-rays. Apparently, now my neck wishes to go through muscle spasms and remain tight as a rope without any regard for the efforts of my physical therapist. My exercise of choice has been elimanated from my routine for months now with no hope of it returning anytime soon. However, my former pilates torturemaster remained on my mind. I felt as if I needed something healing while my body goes through aging and adjusting to trauma. The medical background of the torturemaster combined with her knowledge of my body make for an excellent canditate to assist me with remaining bikini ready as all of this is thrown at me. However, it was not until my mother mentioned that she could help me that I finally called her. Alas, I wanted my dance strenous and harsh as it may be. Its not what is needed at this time. My first class was this evening, and it felt nice to sweat. The rest of this journey is tba as I am living it day by day.
The rain falls to the earth to replenish her green and nurture the oceans. The thunder rumbles and shakes my home as the candles flicker back and forth. My summer vacation is around the corner and there is much work to be done if I am going to truly meet the challenge of my career transition. My trusted advisors await my next move. It was necessary for me to stop doing everything at once. It was not accomplishing goals and work makes it impossible for me to focus on the new trials and tribulations of working for myself full time. The idea of answering to myself without the boring routine of nothing changing and ineffective leadership is quite attractive to me. It is my intent to bake this delicious cake and then, have a nice slice of it. Perhaps, I shall add a scoop of ice cream…..a glass of champagne would not hurt either.