O.M.G. my daughters are obsessed with makeup. Those of you who know me know that I am not now, nor have I ever been a makeup fiend. A little mascara, a little lipstick (and some big-time under-eye concealer) -- yes. My soon-to-be teenager has been obsessed with makeup from her first days. I am told that, in Guatemala, Alejandra would put on her birthmother's makeup then hide under her bed, so her birthmother couldn't see. On her first day of school in the U.S., I put her in the car an adorable first grader, and I didn't realize that she had makeup in her cute pink handbag. By the time we arrived at school, she was a hussy in full makeup. Ahem. See the "before" picture below.
Then there's Jessica. Now that the girl in her has been unleashed, she has makeup. The dogs have makeup. The cat has makeup. I came home from work to find nanny done up with blue eyeshadow curling up the side of her face a la Cleopatra. It went well with her Snoopy T-shirt. As soon as I get in the door, I am made over. You will note in her book that she mentioned wanting to sell all her boy toys at a garage sale and buy a makeup kit. Oy.
Tonight, we are having -- what else? A makeupfest. I guess there are worse things they could do. I will post some pix later.
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