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'Making You Forty Again"

This is what my youngest daughter told me she was going to do to me by doing my hair, makeup and fingernails this afternoon. She wants to make me look forty again.

Oh my.

First she collected my makeup bag, perfume, brushes and fingernail polish. She removed the combs in my hair and began brushing my hair vigorously. Normally I enjoy it when the children want to play beauty shop with me because there isn't anything quite as relaxing as having your hair brusehd or played with. Ok, that could just be me, but it feels so good. This time, not so much. She was yanking and pulling then began spraying hair gel all over and pulling my bangs this way and that.

At one point she had them flat on my forehead and under her breath she commented that it made me look too much like a hippie and that wasn't the look she was going for right now. After my hair was shellacked into place, she went to work on my toenails. They are now a shimmery pink. So are most of my toes.

Next came the blush. She applied it furiously and said she was trying to get rid of my freckles because someone my age shouldn't have freckles. I didn't think it was possible to use a brush to exfoliate your face, but I guess I just wasn't applying the right amount of pressure. I'm sure I'm freckle (and skin) free in my cheek areas now.

Ashley then began to apply eyeshadow. I had to remind her that my eyes were under my eyelids and she was pressing so hard I was seeing stars. She let up a little bit after that, but not much. Apparently eyeshadow must be applied with force to make it stick better. If that's the case, then my purple eyeshadow is now permanent.

If you don't hear from me ever again it's because she's about to apply eyeliner and I may be blinded.

Forty indeed.


  1. do you have a picture of the result????

  2. No, I was blinded and unable to find my camera after my makeover. Trust me, you wouldn't have wanted to have seen me at that time.

  3. Carolyn Walker8:29 PM

    I am dying laughing here, tears in my eyes and my tummy aching from laughter over the article posted below the kitty pic. It's the one called "Making you 40 again" (or something like that). Oh my word, that was hysterical!!! I do hope you have recovered from your "makeover"! LOLOL!!!!!


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