When I was a child, there was nothing more exciting than getting a brand new box of crayons. I loved the box with the little sharpener, the smell of the wax, and all the amazing colors. Sigh.
I grew up in a working-class home, so it was a BIG deal getting that box. My mom would do without things for herself, just to make sure that I had art supplies. Color and creativity run in my veins, and I’m grateful for that gift, because it means I never get bored for long.
Today the rain is pounding down outside, and we’ve all got cabin fever with nowhere to go. So when my daughter asked for my help setting up a blog about makeup, my creative juices came to life. It appears that my girl has the same love of colors as I did when I was her age. The medium is different, but the passion is the same. This is a shot of one of her many, many, many M.A.C. makeup palettes.
Immersed in intoxicating colors…a pretty sweet way to spend an afternoon.