Often I walk through the house
hiding in my pajamas and an
Ivory facial brown facial mask.
I don't want to be seen. I wear
for hours and pray it will wash
away my wrinkles. I wear it in
honor of my mother who housed
patrols of cosmetics, masks and
perfumes spending hours a day
how the years had altered her face.
I hope no one ever comes in the
morning and knocks on my door...
oh God, what a nightmare facing
others in a facial.
Yet then it's time to take it off
and do my makeup.Max Factor
comes first, then some silvery
bluish eye liner a night shade color
with of course a bit of eyeliner, and
a bit of rouge to redden
the cheeks. I'm almost their. I
remove my Claiborn suit from the
closet and bravo...I look ravishing.