For those of you that follow me on Instagram you will have seen these photos.
It was all done in preparation for a Day of the Dead party that I’m attending.
When you’re older and wiser you figure out that these types of things need a “test drive” so you aren’t panicking on the day of the party risking a #HUGEFAIL and a mental breakdown.
My Makeup Tolerance Diminishes With Age
I’m glad I tried this out in advance. The makeup was a nightmare and took ninety minutes to apply. Turns out I was using the wrong products.
After doing research online after I’d removed this makeup I found out that the professionals use actual water based paint on their faces, none of this Dollar Store grease paint which is the equivalent of scraping butter onto your face and then trying to mash in more colours on top of that. Just getting the white base took four applications. My face was like a skating rink covered in vegetable oil. And of course…it’s guaranteed that as soon as you’ve applied it then you’ll need to scratch your nose.
Back when I was a kid I used to love Halloween. Once I won the prize for the best costume at my school when I went as an accident victim wearing my brother’s old full leg cast. I did my own makeup with gashes and blood back in the days when you had to make your own, not just go and buy it at Value Village. I didn’t mind doing hours of preparation and experimenting with the makeup and then piling it on until it was so thick I could barely lift my head.
My tolerance for heavy makeup diminishes the older I get.
I don’t have the stamina to wear this kind of heavy makeup for hours on end.
My face won’t let me. It seemed that after only thirty minutes all of the colour on my eyelids disappeared. I’ve always wondered, where the heck does that makeup go? Does my body eat it?
The area below my eyes had turned scaly like I was a reptile about to shed my skin. My eyes had gone red, not bad for the outfit but darn uncomfortable for me.
Overall it just didn’t feel remotely pleasant and I was beginning to worry if I had to have this garbage clogging my pores for over six hours I might lose my mind and try to tear off my own face a couple of hours in.
I had to laugh when Shelley, the gal I’m going to the party with, exclaimed that on Halloween night while handing out candy to the kids after only an hour or so her wig had given her a headache and her face paint had cracked. Turns out we won’t be wearing our Day of the Dead makeup on our night out.
It’s a bit of a shame because I would have enjoyed the reactions that this would have provoked but I’m unwilling to sacrifice comfort for shock value at this stage in the game.
I’m debating on wearing the rest of the outfit sans the makeup. The rest of it is very doable although the floral crown I made by hand is quite large. The great thing is it makes me look taller! Always a bonus.
I’m wearing a wig, thus why my hair suddenly looks fuller and has some body to it. The great thing is that the wig’s colour matches so closely to my own hair that I just leave my hair down and let it hang out the bottom of the wig.
I can’t decide if I will just look odd with the whole outfit and no makeup or I’ll be able to pull it off and say,
“What? This old thing?”
…and hopefully not be talking about myself but my outfit. Ha!
Do you find that you have less tolerance for heavy makeup as you age?
Linking up with Judith for some fun over at Hat Attack