True story: I didn’t start wearing mascara until I was 25. I always hated the stuff because really I was just too clutzy to figure it out, (having a free-spirited mother who by the time I reached puberty had stopped wearing make-up except for special occasions did not help the situation) so it was only after I got married and had been forced to wear mascara for photos, etc. that I finally got with the program. No eye make-up until my mid 20s? I’m practically un-American.
I still kept my make-up routine to a minimum in Los Angeles when I ran errands since the likelihood of running into someone I knew was nearly impossible (it would have been less surprising if I had literally run into a movie star). However, now that I’m back in my small Southern town things have changed given it’s almost a law that you will run into someone you know everywhere you go, and it is their civic duty to mention this encounter to the next 10 people they see and before you know it your aunt is calling to ask if you’re ill because she heard you were at the grocery store an hour ago buying tomatoes in your pajamas. Those of you who aren’t from the South think I’m exaggerating but everyone else knows this is exactly what happens. So now, most of the time when I leave the house I try to at least look presentable (Southerners also know what this means). Except when I walk my dog every morning in pajama bottoms, a winter coat and Ugg boots with a towel wrapped around my head while yelling across the yard for her to stop eating rabbit poop because someone in this house has to give the neighbors something to talk about.