Morning In Mourning
I had to wake up extra early today, because, being the spaz that I am, I injured my foot in my sleep and had to follow up at the foot doctor, oh what a glamorous life I lead. Mornings are not really my thing, but this one was a little less rushed since I didn't have to perpetuate my daily makeup regimen (points not wearing makeup). I let my shaggy bangs hang low over my brows and donned my black-rimmed glasses to hopefully distract from the zombie look in my eyes.
And so I was off, two hours earlier than I'd normally have to wake up, and on very little sleep (I worked 12 hrs yesterday, don't ask). My interaction with the foot doctor was my first foray into the makeupless world, and being that she was primped and put together at 8AM, it did not make me feel any better about my cracky look.
When I arrived at work, not only did I feel like shit, for not having slept well, but I looked it. And as if the raccoon eyes weren't enough self-inflicted punishment, I was sporting a fetching new ankle support device, because, let's face it, if I didn't already feel out of place my doctor was going to make sure I was. Hey, at least it matched my dress!
Professionalism Is Overrated
One makeup enhanced theme that came to mind today was the idea of cosmetics in the professional world. As the working girl that I am, I find myself trying always to present myself with the professionalism required for an office job (an office job mind you that comes with a Foosball table in the kitchen). Everyday I wake up, primp, don my trendiest outfits, cover up all the areas that need covering and then I put on my "work face;" fresh, awake and completely appropriate, without that whole news-anchor thing.
I would normally never dare come into work without at least a good base and some warmth in my cheeks, and so this experiment is forcing my to ask myself why do I associate makeup with professionalism? Is my face yet one more thing I must cover up when coming into the office? What is it about tired eyes that say, "I'm lazy?" On one hand, it could be that I didn't feel like taking the 5 minutes to fix them; but on the other hand, it speaks the truth. I'm a hard worker, and working almost 50 hrs a week makes a girl a little tired; am I not just showing my professional battle scars? NO MAKEUP WEEK: Day 1 – Thursday
Morning In Mourning
I had to wake up extra early today, because, being the spaz that I am, I injured my foot in my sleep and had to follow up at the foot doctor, oh what a glamorous life I lead. Mornings are not really my thing, but this one was a little less rushed since I didn't have to perpetuate my daily makeup regimen (points not wearing makeup). I let my shaggy bangs hang low over my brows and donned my black-rimmed glasses to hopefully distract from the zombie look in my eyes.
And so I was off, two hours earlier than I'd normally have to wake up, and on very little sleep (I worked 12 hrs yesterday, don't ask). My interaction with the foot doctor was my first foray into the makeupless world, and being that she was primped and put together at 8AM, it did not make me feel any better about my cracky look.
When I arrived at work, not only did I feel like shit, for not having slept well, but I looked it. And as if the raccoon eyes weren't enough self-inflicted punishment, I was sporting a fetching new ankle support device, because, let's face it, if I didn't already feel out of place my doctor was going to make sure I was. Hey, at least it matched my dress!
Professionalism Is Overrated
One makeup enhanced theme that came to mind today was the idea of cosmetics in the professional world. As the working girl that I am, I find myself trying always to present myself with the professionalism required for an office job (an office job mind you that comes with a Foosball table in the kitchen). Everyday I wake up, primp, don my trendiest outfits, cover up all the areas that need covering and then I put on my "work face;" fresh, awake and completely appropriate, without that whole news-anchor thing.
I would normally never dare come into work without at least a good base and some warmth in my cheeks, and so this experiment is forcing my to ask myself why do I associate makeup with professionalism? Is my face yet one more thing I must cover up when coming into the office? What is it about tired eyes that say, "I'm lazy?" On one hand, it could be that I didn't feel like taking the 5 minutes to fix them; but on the other hand, it speaks the truth. I'm a hard worker, and working almost 50 hrs a week makes a girl a little tired; am I not just showing my professional battle scars?