Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Makeup Artist

I think that I have to credit my passion partially to my mother. When I was four or five my mom began to work the 3-11 shift at a factory. Not knowing how to tell time, I came to associate the start of the “Barney Show” with her getting ready for work. Whenever I heard the introduction song, I would get excited and head to my mothers room, waiting with anticipation, to watch her get ready. A couple of days earlier she had just given me a fabulous shiny red and white stripped make up bag, that never left my side. As she walked toward the restroom I would get butterflies in my stomach. As my mother pulled out her makeup bag from under the sink, I started to un-zip mine. She pulled out each item and set them on the counter as did I. I can remember clearly how she would put the different applicator brushes, eyes

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, Birthday Celebration, Junior School, Recently Grandmother, person’s appearance, butterflies stomach,