The Painted Lady

I very rarely wear makeup.  And by rarely, I mean never.  Here are my reasons:

1. During the summer, I am constantly sweating.
2. If I'm not sweating, I'm touching my face.  I don't know why, I just do.
3. I have a crusty rash that develops by my nose during the winter - makeup on it just makes it look worse.
4. I have no idea how to put it on.

But that doesn't stop me from buying makeup. 

I have a drawer full of the stuff. 

I usually go on buying sprees whenever anyone tells me I need such and such blush or such and such eyeliner (thanks, America's Next Top Model). 

I figure that since I don't know anything about makeup and they do, I should what they say.

I'm a blind makeup buying sheep.

All that being said, yesterday I was feeling a little saucy (mostly because Husband didn't want to take advantage of the extra hour of sleep compliments of Daylight Savings Time), and pulled out a few of my makeup tools.

Here are some of the things Husband said to me throughout the day:

"Baby!  You painted your face!  You look nice!"

"You kind of look like Braveheart.  No, it's a compliment!  Mel Gibson is cool!"

"You know, Indians paint their faces before they go to war."