#preach!

that said... 64 and [how the eff did that happen]... i've been fortunate in that self-employed or now once working the kitchen and now the front of the house... with my colleagues... decades younger than me, the abuela... it's been challenging.

never a fan of make-up... [i was a production make-up artist among many things] globbing goo on youthful [poreless, flawless] newbie 'talent' or the seasoned generations [genderless] felt heavy-handed and uncomfortable for me.

now, as a crone... [i earned my way here, dammit], #crone2023]... i'm experimenting with 'the tools of the trade'... not just for external validation but cuz hell, a little visual-superficial-pick-me-up during these bleakAF times lifts my own damn spirit.

good news AND not so good news since frankly assuming my get-up-and-go might come from lip gloss and a touch [of blush] feels ludicrous AND... easy-peasy.

great essay and thanks for the powder.

:-)

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