When you hear the word cosmetics, I can bet artist isnâ€™t the first thing that comes to mind. Well, my first make-up experience was just that, an artwork and I was the artist. Iâ€™d have to say I was about two or three when this happened. As a young child I loved being with my mom and doing exactly what she did. Although putting on cosmetics was one thing I could never do. I had the worst temper, and when I didnâ€™t get what I wanted Iâ€™d cry or do something mean to the person that made me mad.
Ever since I can remember cosmetics have fascinated me. I always looked forward to the times when my mom and I would go up town or to the mall, because then Iâ€™d get to watch her put on cosmetics. I loved helping her decide what color eye shadow sheâ€™d wear that day and what lipstick would look better with what top. Watching her apply cosmetics never got boring. It amazed me that by adding a bit of color to your face, you could look so different and more beautiful. I was never allowed to touch it though, which always made me mad. â€œIt was mommyâ€™s,â€ sheâ€™d say. Well, of course when someone tells you youâ€™re not suppose to touch something what are you going do, but touch it. .
So one day while she was applying some powder I came in, grabbed some eye shadow and began to put it on. She popped my hand and told me to wait until I got a little older. I had such a pretty face that I didnâ€™t need that extra stuff clogging my pores. Well, at the time I had no idea what she was talking about, but I got so mad that I stormed out. Well, later on that night when she went to bed I went to her bathroom and took all of her cosmetics and experimented on myself. First, I got my face all dolled up then I got the great idea to use her lipsticks as crayons.
To begin with I did little drawings on the mirror, the counter, myself. Then I decided to spice up my motherâ€™s wardrobe.