I rarely wear makeup. Occasionally I’ll put on a bit of lipstick, but the days of putting on my face in the morning are pretty much done. I’ve never been a huge makeup person anyway. Back in my twenties I would put on a face every morning, but it’s been years since I’ve done that. All my stuff is in the back of my cabinet and eventually dries up and cakes and when I’m ready to use some it’s not good anymore!

Sometimes I think about putting some eye stuff on, but the mascara rubs my contacts the wrong way, and if I’m swimming with K that day it all gets smeared anyway.

Actually, I kinda like the way I look - just the way I am. My face shows a bit of life in it, and that I’ve lived that life. On some days I look really old, and other days a bit younger so it all balances out.

There are times however, few and far between, when I do want to do myself up a bit and make myself ‘pretty’, as it were.

Last Saturday was one of those days. We were going to a wedding of a couple of dear friends, (whom everyone agrees, was about time they got married for heavens sake) and Hubby and I were getting ready.

I slipped on a beautiful black dress and saw my dreary self looking back. I needed a bit of color! On went some blush, a small bit of eye color, mascara, lipstick. Perfect! K watched the whole time fascinated. I don’t think she’s ever seen me in makeup before!

Hubby was looking dashing in a suit and tie and as I finished dressing I noticed K was on the floor of our bathroom with all the makeup.

Her face was covered in mascara, blush, color and a very nice lipstick line from side to side.

Look Mom she beamed – I’m getting married!