self-portrait sunday

I'm a makeup girl. I went through this phase when I was about 14 when I refused to wear it because it "took too much time." (I also wore plaid shirts and pulled my waist-length hair back ALL THE TIME, but that's another story.) But once I started, I haven't gone back.
Growing up in a houseful of girls, my dad didn't want us all running around looking like floozies, so there was one simple rule: we could wear as much makeup as we wanted, as long as he couldn't tell we had it on. Being a guy, it took A LOT before he noticed, but that rule kept me from many of the blue-eyeshadow-related mishaps that befall so many teens. (I had plenty of plaid shirts to make up for it.) Anyway, after I started wearing makeup I swiftly learned to apply it in a very subtle manner, and although I wear it a little more dramatically now, I've not stopped wearing it since. Not only do I not go out in public without makeup, I usually wear it around the house. So now it's my mask, my armor, my defense against the world.
But sometimes, when it's the day after shooting a wedding, and I'm kicking around my apartment, tackling laundry and grocery shopping and the cleaning that gets ignored during the week, it somehow feels right to have a clean-scrubbed face.
But this is the closest I'm getting to posting makeup-free photos. For now.