A happy thought

I have this fascination with watching women put on make-up. It started when i was little, sitting up on the counter while my mother meticulously applied careful strokes of her mascara... watching her eyelashes mysteriously grow and her eyes start to pop. My mom always wore navy blue mascara... i like that about her. Everyone wears black, but my mom thought it accented her eyes more with navy...she is right. And since then my secret appreciation has grown.
It somehow makes me smile inside to watch a woman stand in front of the mirror, analyzing every flaw, every blemish, with disapproval and then... something magical happens. This intricate dance of sweeping brushes and glowing colours, arms and fingers moving in carefully calculated movements...soft and graceful. And when she's done, she will step back from the mirror... and smile. And in that moment as she takes it all in, she is pleased. She looks beautiful, she feels like a queen. Whatever happens after that doesn't matter because for a second, even just one second she looks at herself...and she is happy.









