I was flipping through the NTC archives this morning and was smiling reliving summer 2008. Wow, what a summer that was. Equally wow, for the summer of 2009. Summer 2009 dished up a lot of life altering events—some good, some not so good—but all told it was great.
One of those not so good events this summer was the death of my grandma. My grandma—well—I think she can be summed up in her favourite catch phrase, “no one’s pretty enough not to wear make-up.” Bless her. Honestly, she wasn’t judgemental, she wasn’t classist, but she did value a good appearance. She was always dressed to the nines—full face on, and she never missed a chance to flirt with the boys or compliment the girls on their shape.
She taught me to value humour, buy in multiples, and never leave the house without lipstick. All life lessons that have come in handy, and saved me from many an embarrassing moment. I mean, who hasn’t been caught naked-faced in the grocery store, wearing last night’s pyjamas, pushing a buggy full of ice-cream and chips on one of those hung-over Sunday’s, only to run into an old flame? Well, not me! Thanks to Grandma I always have my face on.
Talking about getting caught without your face on, one of this summer’s fun chapters was star spotting in Carmel-by-the-Sea. Right before me—before my shuttering camera lens—walked Miss Millionaire Matchmaker herself. Not sure if you’ve been watching the Millionaire Matchmaker, but being fans of Miss Nina, I’m pretty sure you have been. It’s one of the best reality dating shows out there: shallow, classist, superficial and fabulous. Well, to my horror Miss Matchmaker was out and about cruising the sunny beachy streets wearing not a stitch of make-up looking frighteningly... normal!? I saw her and thought Grandma was right, maybe no one is pretty enough not to wear make-up.
Oh, all this talk of make-up is making me miss my sweet Grandma. I feel I must pay homage to heaven’s tiniest new angel and go shopping. There’s no other place I feel closer to her spirit than in a dressing room surrounded by tailored multiples, admiring my shape from all angles. I must bid you adieu for I have shopping to do... and lipstick to apply.
Make-up, a life lesson? Well, not all lessons need to be large ones. Maybe life just asks that you listen to its whispers of wisdom.
Nina O'Keefe gives good read. See for yourself:
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