Our oppressive summer weather has settled on top of the Houston area will all heat and the humidity that is so familiar. There will be no more “nice days” for us until late October.
It’s like when you were little and you got a big, unsolicited hug from a relative that you’d never met before. You knew that hug was coming from the second you saw them arrive; and you also knew there’d be no escaping it.
That’s how it is now here. When I opened the door this morning I felt like I’d been hit in the face with a warm, heavy, drippy sponge. There is no escape, as long as you are outside.
Most women under 70, have now all but abandoned make-up for the duration, at least in the daytime. Sunscreen, mascara and perhaps some lip gloss is what most rely on til the first cold snap, which is still months away.
There’s really no point in putting anything else on anyway- it won’t be there for long. I read yesterday about a salon here that has “humidity-proof” makeup. Oh yeah, if you believe that, then I’ve got a bridge for you.
The women over 75 seem not to notice the abysmal conditions so much. It seems many of them still apply their rouge and blue eyeshadow with the same zeal they did when they were young. You know they’re old if they call it rouge.
But who’s going to tell Grandma she looks like Miss Kitty (the saloon owner and madam) on Gunsmoke? Besides, a lot of them would just think that was a compliment anyway.
Perhaps it’s that they don’t have to run around doing errands in the heat as much as the rest of us. Or perhaps, as you get older, your internal thermostat just re-sets. Have you ever noticed how many *LOLs are wearing a sweater when you’re comfy in just shorts and a t-shirt?
Come to think of it, that must be it. My mom lived at a seniors apartment, her last year. Every time I opened her front door, I looked for baby chicks everywhere. She kept her place at a brisk 85 degrees.
Well, at least we of the female persuasion don’t usually have to contend with swamp-ass, an unwelcome but all-too well known summertime affliction of those who tote tallywhackers. I hope you have a great Saturday. Soggily yours, Michele
* Little Old Ladies
I used to put on makeup even when the kids were little, and then I became sane! As you well know, Michele, I have so much oil on my face at the age of 57, I would run and hide if Kevin Costner came into town with one of his oil sucking machines for fear it would lead him right to me. If I die at 100, there is no doubt I will leave this world with a sheen on my face and a zit on the nose! Makeup is rarely thought of by me until I start wearing jeans.
You may have oily skin, but it’s smooth as a baby’s butt. I like the KC reference though- that’s a good one! I do not understand the jeans part. Please illuminate. I must be having one of my episodes.