So I no sooner finish
bitching remarking about a couple of ways in which my body is letting me down, when I find I have to backtrack just a teensy bit.
As I reported, my skin is dry, but my eyelids are greasy. I can’t get eyeshadow to stay put.
And as I also reported, I have NEVER EVER EVER used moisturizer on my eyelids, so I was completely and furiously mystified.
And then, I got ready for bed.
And removed my eye makeup.
I started wearing eye makeup as soon as I started high school. And that was September 1965. So forty-eight years and four months of shadow, liner and mascara.
And taking it off every night.
Not every single day, of course. I had the flu a couple of times. And my gallbladder out. And I had a colonoscopy and they wouldn’t let me wear makeup, although I still don’t see why a little mascara should matter to pictures of my colon. But, anyway, not every day. Only 17,000 days.
Yet I was baffled by my oily eyelids.
On the other hand, after forty-eight years and four months of baby oil, I do not have crow’s feet.