“Love your eyeshadow!”
“Thank you!”
“…I like your lavender eyes…”
“Thank you very much…”
“Hey, nice purple—your—”
“Thanks, appreciate it…”
And so out and about in a day—rounds of the gym…the bakery…farmers’ market…the pharmacy…somebody’s office…I receive random compliments from perfect strangers–and of all ages, although I must admit it’s mostly from the feminine contingent: “Hey, your eyes—they’re very—”
“Yes, thanks, I think so, too.”
This began six or seven months ago when in a heap of Sylviania in a bathroom drawer a small round plastic compact with compressed lavender/periwinkle powder turned up.
Spanking new. Untouched. A brand I never heard of.
Whoa…where’d this come from? asks I of myself…
Who sent it to enliven my life?
Now that was a question…fun to roll around my head on afternoon walks.
Tried to imagine which granddaughter might’ve given it to me. I don’t think I would have voluntarily brought lavender eye shadow into the house—I mean, robin’s egg blue eyeshadow, maybe, but lavender? Purple? Good gracious me.
Well, I took to it. It was Kismet. Became a distinguishing mark. The way others sport red hair. Freckles. Blue nail polish.
Husband Bill loves it—thinks it sexy. Yum.
So there you are, my dears. It’s never too late to enliven your style—apply something rare and whimsical…never too late to feel outrageous…walk around with gray hair and lavender eyelids…
Go thou and do likewise?
What’s your fantasy, your pleasure?
Maybe you don’t need to think about it, as with me, it’ll just turn up in a drawer.
Yum.
