I feel like Alice. Mom's makeup and assorted lotions, oils and mysterious powders came back with me this weekend from Wendy's. I always liked taking a shower at Mom's because of the rows and rows of stuff. I would normally scrub off the top layer of my skin, my hair would drip oil and my face would break out from trying out all of the stuff in there.
All of Mom's stuff is saying Try Me. The smelly bath power, the blue eye liner and the bright coral blush.
If you see me, and if I am either covered in a big rash, have bright cheeks or some other strange makeup thing going on, just smile.
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