8 November 2019

Published November 6, 2019 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT Β© Ronda Del Boccio

I’m not blue but I will be if you don’t click me to join the fun. πŸ˜‰Β 

Genre: Histrionic Fiction

Word Count: 100


Elise wound a chestnut curl around her index finger and frowned. β€œTime for a little Miss Clairol.” Twisting her lips into a wry grin, she tilted her head. β€œMaybe I’ll just dye it purple.”

After she brushed her teeth, she cleansed her face and applied her foundation repeating the Mary Kay mantra she had learned years ago, β€œWhen you pat you place, when you rub you remove.”

The morning ritual continued with eye-shadow and mascara.

She gave her lips a coat of color and studied her reflection over the sink. β€œHow the hell did my mother get in my mirror?”




My mother didn’t really look like this. πŸ˜‰

93 comments on “8 November 2019

  • I also look into the mirror and wonder who that old guy is. However, I don’t use makeup. Lol. I saw what it did for you. White face, black lines. Naw…..I’ll pass. Good story that everyone will relate to eventually.

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  • Dear Rochelle,

    Ah yes… the beauty fitual, I mean ritual.. I have to say I am rather low-maintenance myself (must be why I never succeeded in Mary Kay – or maybe it was all the rah-rahing that was necessary)..

    It’s funny, I must really be a mix of my two parents because I’ve gone from what is my mother doing in my mirror to when did Dad arrive?

    Shalom and here’s looking at you kid!


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    • Dear Dale,

      It was definitely the rah-rah that made me leave the MK fold. Truth be told, I favor my dad’s side of the family much more than my mom’s. It just sounded better and had fewer words than “How the hell did Aunt Lucille get in my mirror.” πŸ˜‰ And as I’ve said before, I comfort myself with “I’m still cute. Older cute.” Thank you for coming here to reflect.

      Shalom and lotsa grins,


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  • Funny how as you get older you spend less time in front of your mirror. I can get made up in less than two minutes, and only 5 seconds of that is looking at the finished product. That’s about all I can take. I love your mime face.

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  • Haha! How fun! I think you look fine! πŸ™‚
    I don’t do much in the way of makeup or what not – had tried some eye-shadow and lipstick in my early womanhood, thinking it was ‘required adult’, but had given it up since. Lip-gloss is as far as it goes these days, and mostly doubles as sun-protection …
    Love the piece and adore the photo!! πŸ™‚

    Added mine to the froggy – a different kind of ‘experimenting’ … πŸ˜‰

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  • Oh, lord, but I loved that last line! πŸ™‚ I was never much into cosmetics and gave them up somewhere in the Seventies (THE Seventies, not mine). Then I started doing a bit here and there because I didn’t want to look as tired as my mother had, so now it’s back to time in front of the mirror, but with magnifying glasses to catch those little black specks on the eyelids that my mother never left the house without — she couldn’t see it when she “flicked” her mascara!

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    • Dear Mags,

      I haven’t dyed my hair purple….yet. πŸ˜‰ It’s on my bucket list. Truth be told, I don’t really look like my mother…at least I don’t think so. I favor my dad’s side and look more and more like his sister, my Aunt Lucille. Watching myself age is…well…sigh…not much I can do about it and it beats the alternative. Glad it made you smile. πŸ˜€ Thank you. .



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