cloggy 11 February 2009
I am having to wear body makeup for the theatre show and it’s a bit cloggy. Basically, I like to get down into the maw of the theatre quite quickly after the show in case there are people there who’d like to say hello, so there’s no time for a shower. As a result me and all of my clothes have an inner layer of MAC face and body N5 now. When I get home, I am not inclined to shower then either, as I must blog for one thing, and so my sheets now have an inner layer of, yes, you know the make and number of the skin tone I have opted for and bought. I am taking no chances with other products after the disastrous fake tan incident during the ‘Summer’ when I went about like a piebald human for a month or more – those of you who were reading this then know all about how AWFUL that was. Of course, I am also leaving on the face make-up for pub purposes, as no one should be frightened by my visog without the war paint at the moment (I fancy I have a rictus grin to disguise the fear of the opening night – which is TAMARRA, as Annie sings). The face paint does get took off at home and that always makes me smuggish…but the rest of me is, well, ODD. Smoke and mirrors, I guess. (Oh, and tell no one – the Public must never know that it ain’t all as glamorous as it looks)
