Beauty lies..

.. in make-up skills, for the most part.

I'm one of those few girls who don't really understand make-up. And how can one look attractive if they can't tell the difference between eye-liner and mascara?

The only time I endeavored to delve into the complicated world of lipsticks (simple), foundations (troubles begin) and eye-liners (complicated); was when I was in class eight. After having successfully poked myself in the eye several times and having applied eye shadow instead of blush (or is it rouge?), I appeared looking like something straight out of a kindergarten colouring class. After that I haven't really gathered the courage to experiment.

Another very interesting encounter with the vanity case was in class ten, when I had to deck up for a play. I think it was then I fully appreciated the phrase donning the greasepaint. Wonderful people, stage artists. Just imagine the patience needed to sit still when the make-up man is slapping all sorts of itchy creams across the map. And the courage required to suppress the urge to run screaming from the chair when that lethal thing (eye-liner or mascara - I still can't decide) is brought closer and closer and closer. Gak!

Make-up remains the only area where the sister earns my admiration. Ah, the swiftness of the hands when the eyes are made up with kohl and the deep rationalizing that goes into choosing a lip-balm. Impressive.

I'm wondering what I'm going to do for the wedding. Sigh!