"you had such vision of the street, as the street hardly understands" --T.S. Eliot--
Monday, November 04, 2013
from the Christmas list to make up
I've done my Christmas list for this year. If only I could skip the ritual of gift-giving and not shower a single soul with presents, that would be refreshing, not a tedious parade of obligation upon obligation. But with me, I only bother to those in my list, the nicest, the very friendly not necessarily leaves attached to branches of my family tree.
What I like about Christmas are the carols, the endless melody of songs about Jesus, not particularly Santa Clause. A time of reflection, to take stock about the routine and evolve into a better person. No, that would be quaint. Lets bring on St. Nick and the Christmas cards. Let's party?!
But Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without the wrapped objects of desire. So here's hoping that despite the very limited funds, we should be giving more than receiving. Not that I would be deluged with presents from the kindest of souls but I hope not to accumulate any more items that would be relegated to the most obscure corner of the dresser. I can't have any more make-up stuff, be it eye-shadows, blush-ons, the likes. Foundations, I have to think about deeply. Lipstick, it depends on the colour. I know there are loads of beauty blogs, delving profoundly on the intricacies of the perfect eye-shadow. I've never indulged in the timeless routine of painting my face. I don't feel revolting without one, as the others who can't face the public without layers of powder on their cheeks. Or I just don't simply bother. I'm such a dork.
Nonetheless, I have to commence on face painting to utilise the collection I have at present. Some are gifts, others are bought with the purest of intention, a set of lip liners was from a direct selling brand with a desirable packaging, still untouched since time began.
But lotions, bubble baths, parfumeries, are more than welcome. My skin breaks out on some brands. Maybe someday, my arms would be smoother as it's hard to clear hideous rashes on my epidermis from one particular bubble bath. Or it could have been the water from our previous residence.
As for the list, the tiny tots get first dibs, presents to the kids are the same as giving to their parents, my by-word during time of recession and yes, at least I remember.
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