LENA’S BEAUTY ADVENTURE

Apparently, makeup has been an interest of mine ever since I was a child! I vaguely remember it happening, but after hearing it in detail from my parents a thousand times over dinner parties, it is by far my favorite beauty story. I was about 3 years old and my mother went to my daycare to pick me up. She noticed that my right eye had a black eye. She panicked, thinking that someone at the daycare had hurt me. She demanded to talk to the head owner of the daycare. The owner and a teacher explained that I came to daycare looking like that and they even questioned if there were any other people at home who may have done that to me. My mother was appalled and explained that she and my father would never lay a hand on me. My mom said that she kept asking me if my eye hurt and that I continuously responded ‘no’ with a puzzled look on my face. Then she looked carefully and noticed that there was a little shimmer on my eye. She touched my eye with her finger and the black eye smudged! It was eyeshadow! My mother grabbed my hands and also noticed eyeshadow embedded under my fingernail and faintly on my fingertips. I guess I had watched my mother apply makeup and wanted to mimic her behavior, but the way I applied it made it seem like I had a black eye!