Like many of my female friends, I've allowed consumerism to dictate my self perception, in that I think I look better with make up than I do without.
Well, I am much pleased to say that a random conflation of factors has begun to make me doubt my thoughts on the subject. At Amy's Bread in the theater district, one of the bakers caught me putting on makeup. In this dear french accent, he said that I don't need makeup because one can't enhance perfection.
I can't even make this stuff up. I do appreciate that New York endeavors to be kind to me after my sink exploded and a can of white paint spilled all over my black stairs and black door.
Win some, lose some.
Happy Valentine's Day, all!
Hugs,
A Broadway Baby
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