I looked down at myself; a white blouse over a pink bra,
a black skirt over pink and…
“Oh I’d better give you these back,” I said,
realizing that I still had her little black ballet pumps on.
I kicked them off and put them back beneath the coffee table.
“Thanks, Love.” Mum grinned.
I had a long hard look at myself in the bathroom mirror before I began removing the make-up I’d worn for much of the day.
“Make-up’s weird.” I thought as I over analyzed it.
Even I know it’s not ‘heavy’,
but even a touch of eyeliner and eye shadow has a drastic effect.