Peaches and Make-up
Jul. 16th, 2012 11:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
forestofglorySunday I went out to Brentwood to pick peaches. I went over to my parents house around ten, my mom wasn't back form her rounds yet, so I made us some sandwiches (cheese and chutney -- things my parents always seem to have around) my mom got back while I was making the sandwiches. So we faffed around a bit getting ready to go and then headed to my sister's place.
My sister did trail run of my wedding make-up. I sat on the toilet in her bathroom and she pulled various powders and pastes and applied the to my face. My niece stood my and watched and rooted for pink sparkles. 1st I put on some super fancy sun screen, the my sister powder my face with a large brush, next she applied blush with a smaller brush, then eyebrow power (to make my eyebrows look darker). The she got out a strange device a helped my curl my eyebrows. Then mascara and eye liner, then finally lip liner and lip gloss. The effect was very mild, but my mom thought it looked good.
I often feel awkward in these situations, where someone who knows a lot more than me is asking me questions about style. (I felt this way about meeting with the seamstress sometimes too.) I'm not good at looking good. Clothing and make up are things that that feel anxious about. They are scary things, especially the dreaded looking professional. Even here where I just want to look nice I feel awkward about it.
Anyways after the make up trial we headed towards peaches. It's always hotter on the other side of the hills, and it was really hot out there yesterday. Plus we were in the old car, because that's where the car seat is. The drive seemed very long.
We got there and where happy to learn that suncrests (my favorite) where ready to be picked. They must have just opened that section of the orchard because the trees where laden. We wandered down the rows picking the ripest peaches and trying to explain how to pick to my niece. (I don't think she got it, but maybe next year.) In not very much time at all we picked over 40 pounds of peaches. We went and paid for them, drove a bit down the road and bought 4 dozen ears of fresh corn packed in ice, then drove home.
My sister did trail run of my wedding make-up. I sat on the toilet in her bathroom and she pulled various powders and pastes and applied the to my face. My niece stood my and watched and rooted for pink sparkles. 1st I put on some super fancy sun screen, the my sister powder my face with a large brush, next she applied blush with a smaller brush, then eyebrow power (to make my eyebrows look darker). The she got out a strange device a helped my curl my eyebrows. Then mascara and eye liner, then finally lip liner and lip gloss. The effect was very mild, but my mom thought it looked good.
I often feel awkward in these situations, where someone who knows a lot more than me is asking me questions about style. (I felt this way about meeting with the seamstress sometimes too.) I'm not good at looking good. Clothing and make up are things that that feel anxious about. They are scary things, especially the dreaded looking professional. Even here where I just want to look nice I feel awkward about it.
Anyways after the make up trial we headed towards peaches. It's always hotter on the other side of the hills, and it was really hot out there yesterday. Plus we were in the old car, because that's where the car seat is. The drive seemed very long.
We got there and where happy to learn that suncrests (my favorite) where ready to be picked. They must have just opened that section of the orchard because the trees where laden. We wandered down the rows picking the ripest peaches and trying to explain how to pick to my niece. (I don't think she got it, but maybe next year.) In not very much time at all we picked over 40 pounds of peaches. We went and paid for them, drove a bit down the road and bought 4 dozen ears of fresh corn packed in ice, then drove home.
