I had to go to get my driver’s license renewed last week. I’m a pretty low-maintenance gal and the only makeup I usually wear is once a week on Sunday when I slick on some eyeliner and mascara. I bought a set of Bare Minerals makeup (which I love) five years ago and all the containers are still more than half full because I so rarely use it. There’s just once or twice a year when I break out those big guns, and getting my license renewed is one of the few qualifying occasions.
I swirled, tapped, and brushed on the bisque (concealer–obviously I’m having major zit issues b/c even this tremendous stuff couldn’t cover them), base color, and mineral veil and then brushed on eyeshadow and blush, did the eyeliner and mascara thing and then even went so far as to slick on some lipstick. I usually avoid lipstick like the plague since I have small lips and lipstick tends to make it painfully obvious, so I chose a light-reflective color to deceive the viewer. I may not wear makeup much now, but I picked up a few tricks as a teen. :)
Anyway, I expected to see a lot of other people at least semi-gussied up, maybe at least have combed hair, but I seemed to be one of the few people in the (very long) renewal line that cared one iota how they looked! I felt so pretentious standing there in my nice clothes (nice in comparison, anyway) and high-heeled boots with my makeup shield in place. Still, I like to look nice in a picture I’m going to flash of myself for the next six years. Am I alone here?
Anyway, the cool thing is that when asked my weight, I didn’t have to be embarrassed by the number I gave. 150 is not my goal weight but it is much improved from 190 (my highest weight). I’ve worked hard to get to that number and I’m proud of it. And it happens to be five pounds under the weight I reported the last time I renewed my license six years ago. There’s been a lot of ups and downs in these six years in between and five pounds isn’t a huge improvement in six years but I’m still happy about it. It could have been a twenty pound gain if I’d gone in to renew it five months ago!
When I got home, I told Dennis he had to take some pictures of me since I never wear a full face of make up. It needed to be documented–lol! I won’t bore you with the pictures he took of me, except for the one above, but my little Jessie girl decided she would join me and I thought I’d share those with you. She almost never stays still long enough to pose with me and if I catch her, she’s usually trying to get away and not smiling so these pictures are pretty miraculous. Enjoy!
Jessie is 6 years old and the light of my life! I often refer to her as my four-legged daughter, which she really is. Nothing can change my mood from bad to good like she can by just entering the room. Dogs are the best therapy, aren’t they?
Question of the day: do you get gussied up for your driver’s license picture?