Makeup lesson: Girls about how they were painted at school
Many of us are starting the first beauty experiments. even at school - obstacles like bans of teachers and the lack of access to a large selection of cosmetics make this occupation even more interesting. At our request, on the eve of the new school year, different girls recalled mother-of-pearl lipstick, Leningradskaya mascara, mother's rouge and attempts to compose her own makeup.
My mother entered the ocean of the make-up icebreaker, and I followed her along the fairway. As a daughter of the deputy minister, mom, however, was raised in modesty, so when she asked her father to bring a blue navy pencil from France to her, he looked at her disapprovingly - but did not say anything out loud, because we have not accepted to condemn the choice of another person. Arcancil brand pencil (we keep it as a relic) looked like a luxury item: it had an iron cap, a beautiful streamlined shape.
I had access to my mom's cosmetics bag, but I didn’t even dare to think that I could have it all. And then I turned eleven years old, and I met one of the main friends of my life - Dasha. The daughter of artists, she already at that age went in a leather jacket and looked away. "Are you not painted, or what?" - She asked with undisguised superiority, and then I realized that the engine with makeup from me was almost gone. I had to jump in any way, which I did. Mom just gave a box of shadows: two pink shades, matte and mother of pearl. The box was inexpressibly beautiful - I do not remember where it was produced, but it seemed to me that it was in heaven. For six months I begged her from my mother, and finally she presented it to me - I still remember that special day. And I began to make up. Throughout the century, she was shading pink, and her eyes were circled with a Chinese black pencil bought in a commercial stall at the VDNH. It was impossible to go to school this way, but on Sundays, the movie on “Midshipmen” is the very thing. The carcass, of course, was not - that is, it was “Leningradskaya”, but I am no longer ashamed to admit that at that time I had not yet learned how to paint eyelashes. Especially her.
At fourteen, I got my first lipstick. She was with light nacre: in the 90s a decent girl did not leave the house without nacre on her face. I already wore her to school, running her lips literally once, as lipstick was manifested. It was not necessary to be afraid of being forced to flush, and it was absolutely impossible to wash it away. I wore her for makeup sessions with friends. It was like this - let's say we have a disco at seven in the evening, which means that at five the general gathering at Natasha. The ticket, giving the right to go to this witch's initiation, was considered a full-fledged beautician with something begged from her mother or bought at a kiosk. Glitter, roller perfume and Blue Shadows were appreciated. I do not remember how the company was called, but the box was in the shape of a fish. "This is because it is necessary to paint the eyes with a fish!" - Natasha explained to us. Eyelid visually divided in half from eyebrow to the edge of the eyelashes and paint the entire outer corner with blue.
For fifteen years, my parents handed me a whole makeup kit with twelve shades of shadow, two blush and powder. At this moment I, apparently, had a powerful imprinting - I still love large palettes of shadows, but I always lack blush and powder there. Like a house should be a full bowl, so is a palette - a complete set of everything. I didn’t throw out that first set-up, of course, but I almost didn’t use anything from it: I felt sorry for and it seemed literally sacrilegious to even begin. And I still actively dye it and I do not understand and do not accept these “not a single gram of cosmetics”.
It's an amazing thing, but in high school I practically didn’t do makeup, maximum tone and lip balm. But in the seventh or eighth grade, there was a maximum gap: in special favor there were glitters from a nameless store in the area, now I generally doubt that it was safe to apply them on the face. I could come to school in bright shining shadows, but without carcass and arrows (it happened at the beginning of zero). The picture was complemented by false nails, they were usually from the same nameless store. Somehow I had fake nails with fur, that was a bomb!
Of course, there were cute, but extremely stupid New Year sets Pupa. Then it was considered almost a good tone to give them to teenagers on the New Year, but, alas, very few people used them afterwards. I really loved the hellish ones, as I think now, Kiki mother-of-pearl lipstick and the friable “pearl” shadows of FFleur. And, of course, sticky glitter: ball Lip Glow of the same FFleur and Lancôme Juicy Tubes - nostalgic muck that is something else. Sometimes my mother used Estée Lauder powder to drag her - the gold packaging “under the crocodile” attracted me most of all.
In our school in the seventh grade, the girls' work was taught by a young teacher who did not want to work with us to sew aprons. She suggested that we learn to be beautiful. On the next lesson, the girls brought her mother's cosmetics bags and for four hours learned the basics of makeup. The class teacher was practically hit when she saw sixteen girls with mother-of-pearl blue-violet shadows and bright pink lips. They made us wash everything, we were very upset. We somehow seemed very beautiful to ourselves. Although now, remembering that make, I can't help but giggling.
I began to be beautiful in high school. I have never had the patience to stand in front of the mirror for a long time if it was possible to spend this time on the free Internet. And now it is not always enough, but for other reasons. But I began to dye my hair at the eighth grade. First henna, then, with the advent of Gothic in my life, already bluish-black paint. Well, where the gothic, there are gothic parties - and there already had to shine. So I had a metallic lipstick, black eyeliners, painted over my own shaved eyebrows, white Kryolan powder. To the school from this arsenal I wore eyeliner and nail polish in her color and painted my lips with glitter. I didn’t really like my appearance, so it was great to experiment with her in search of an image.
The makeup was mostly cheap Chinese. If such an eyeliner gets into the eye, then it seems you can get a chemical burn. I didn’t learn to draw even arrows, so I eventually replaced the eyeliner with a liquid eyeliner, which I also bring down the lower eyelid at the same time - I love this technique since adolescence. Well, lipstick, of course, van lav. Until now, I especially love black and metallic - just what is fashionable now.
From seventeen to twenty years I had about the same make-up: I applied a little higher eyelashes to the green and golden shades of Ruby Rose, let my eyes down with a pencil and then painted with my mother's mascara, which was called "Eyebrow and eyelash mascara" - it was such a box, where it was necessary to spit. The “Ballet” foundation cream, popular in those years, didn’t take hold of me, as, in fact, no sweat - even now the skin instantly begins to act up, no matter how many thousands of remedies it may cost. She took red lipstick from a friend who lived on the floor above.
Mom was a singer and encouraged my desires: she taught me to paint, dyed my hair with henna, and then with Wella paint and eventually brought me to a modeling agency. At the age of about twenty years, I realized my own separateness, and I wanted to abandon cosmetics for years: I began to appreciate my appearance as it is, and I was also fascinated by the hippie movement. Again, the hand reached for the ink only in twenty years. And recently, I caught myself thinking that I was painting again with a pencil like at school: I was summing up the edges of my eyes.
I always painted with pretty restraint, including in adolescence. But she drew arrows and always let down the mucous on the lower eyelid. I almost did not use mascara, but this is a necessary measure: the structure of the eyes is such that any smeared. Only now, thanks to the Koreans with their moisture-resistant formulas, I can use this product.
I came off mostly on the hairstyle: I did chemistry, dyed my bangs in white and lifted my nail polish. But it was the beginning of the 90s, there were no photos left. Mother of pearl and blue shadows never sinned. Lipstick loved red-brown. But to circle the lips with a pencil on a tone darker than lipstick - yes! Favourite buisness. Well, the characteristic thing - finely plucked eyebrows: fortunately, managed to grow back.
For the first time in my life I made up at the age of three. Toothpaste (shadows) and nail polish (lip gloss) are used. Mom didn’t have enough of a blow then, but dad approached the question wisely and gave me hygienic lipstick, my first lipstick in my life. By the way, despite the transparent coating, she had a blue stick - it seems to me that this determined my fate.
I started painting regularly at the age of twelve and made it a sneak. I remember very well how I stole old mascara from my mother (I diluted it with warm water, nothing crumbled, by the way) and a set of shadows (I used beige, pink and gray-brown). Mom delicately pretended that nothing was happening. At fourteen, I was already buying a decorator for money saved on school lunches. I went hungry, but in a cosmetics bag I always had mascara, compact powder, black pencil and black nail polish. In the 90s, while my classmates drew their dark-contoured nude lips and Cleopatra-style arrows, I whitened my face with light powder and made my lips look more like a black hole. On the cheeks, I regularly pasted transfer tattoos or just painted on the face of the runes. I felt very harmonious. When I was fifteen years old, my mother presented meteorite plug-in unit. Since then, I have never used the budget powder.
More than twenty years have passed, but no dramatic changes have taken place in my cosmetics bag. I either do not paint at all, or I do my makeup without make-up, or I go to the dressing and "I paint my lips with shoe polish, I adore the black color". In addition to black lipstick in my arsenal there are blue, blue, turquoise, purple, red. The only thing that has changed is motivation. In childhood and adolescence, I used to be painted in order to please men and shock others, but now I do it simply because I like to try on different images on myself. I calmly go on the first date without make-up, I don’t dye in the gym (it was like that) and in general I feel very free. The only person for whom I can make up is my son, who told me last night: "Mom, you are as beautiful as the Ostankino tower, but look - it is all multi-colored, you will go this way too!"
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