No Makeup Challenge

First, this isn’t a proper blog post. Second, this isn’t a proper challenge.

I was dared (hardly a dare in my opinion) to post pictures of myself sans makeup on my blog, not just my Facebook page which is reserved for family and friends. I argued that I have. I’ve posted gym pics with no makeup. She countered that I still looked like I was wearing makeup. Well thank you, D.T. I’m flattered that my skin looks so flawless after a hard sweat. Lol.

D.T. pointed out that she’s never seen me without makeup. That’s just happenstance. I often don’t wear makeup: the gym, running errands, when I’m riddled with allergies and my eyes are leaking involuntarily…

I like makeup. I like being able to change the contours of my face. I like enhancing features or detracting from the occasional skin flaw (thank you pms).

I like changing the color of my lips. I’m particularly fond of my ruby red lipstick. I wear makeup as it pleases me to do so. What is life without a little color? The palettes are endless and I would dive into them all.

Anyway, here you are D.T. Challenge or “dare” complete. Remind me to tell you about some real dares. I’ve got stories.

Photo 1: Just out of the bath, face scrubbed. Pink cheeks and freckles.

Photo 2: Christina, au naturel.

No filters. No enhancements. No lighting changes.

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Haha.

Cheers,
Christina Schmidt, MA
www.ArmedWithCoffee.com
@gnrmuggle

Published by Christina Schmidt

I'm an author and live in the vibrant city of Austin, Texas. Cheers, y'all.

7 thoughts on “No Makeup Challenge

  1. FWIW, as an aging hippie, I definitely prefer that look. (Not that my preferences should have any bearing on how anyone presents themself!)

    That said, the sassy tarot reader would be a hell of a dinner date. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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      1. LOL!!!!!!!!! In retrospect…I know, I know but it made sense at the time! I’m curious, what’s your sign, btw? If I were to guess…Capricorn or Leo? I’m actually horrible at guessing one’s sign but I do like trying. It’s fun.

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      2. In my hippie days I used to tell people my sign was Peace. ๐Ÿ˜‰

        Per the traditional Tropical Zodiac, I fall in the Virgo zone, but due to the way the Solar system has moved within the galaxy, if you look at where things were on the day I was born, then the Sun, the Moon, Venus, Mars, and Jupiter are all in the house of Leo. (Which seems fitting. ๐Ÿ™‚ ) So impressive guess! Mercury is in Virgo; Saturn is in Libra. (That said, since we’re on the topic, I’m far more on the astronomy side than the astrology side. I lean toward the idea our powers come from ourselves. Any tools we might use, cards, crystals, stars, tea leaves, are just focal points for that power.)

        This reminds me of a story from my long ago. Friend was all excited because a gal he’d met in a bar last night gave him a note that read “SAG” and he was all hyped she was an actress (Screen Actors Guild, he was thinking). A very Los Angeles thing to think. I’m like, um, no Dave, I think she was just telling you she’s a Sagittarius. Which was totally a bar thing to do back then.

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      3. I love the SAG story. That’s hilarious. I was asked my sign once in that “what’s your sign” wink wink sense (poor guy, I could tell by the look on his face even he knew it was lame). I say, Scorpio and I swear he blanched, “Why’s it always Scorpio!” Turns around and walks away. Some Scorpio somewhere screwed that guy over, a lot. It was all I could do not to laugh my ass off.

        The perception in tarot has shifted a lot. I don’t believe in absolutes nor should any reader who is worth their salt. I am an ISTJ, obviously there is a great deal more to my personality than can be summarized by 4 letters. At the end of the day we are individuals responsible for our own actions. I believe life to be an ever shifting balancing act of inevitable instances that require us to make decisions i.e. “free will”. As I say, tarot is a road map but not one meant to be written in pencil.

        In tarot I believe we can see common or shared energies, or what we call “signs.” Much like how we can classify personalities types but there is a vast deal more. We are individuals as well as belonging to something greater. My two cents.

        I guessed Leo simply because of the relaxed and straightforward way in which you present yourself. Not a very common trait or so I find. Perhaps that speaks more to the people I know (myself included). I must say you have some strong placements. All that lovely sun energy and then boom…here’s a dose of Libra and Virgo. Do you feel the weight of your own brilliance coupled with a crushing sensuality? Sorry! I couldn’t help it! That’s my Scorpio poking Leo. I tease the fixed signs the most because we’re fixed. It’s fun for me…and I’m Scorpio. It’s what we do.

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      4. I’m (at least as of back in 2012) an INTP (56, 50, 1, 11). An Architect, which does fit in a lot of ways. (As you say, four letters is a crude designation.) I’ve long compared computer programming to what architects do.

        I quite agree about being responsible for our own actions. I’ve posted several times about my beliefs in the existence and nature of free will!

        Most of my experience with tarot involves being scolded for touching a friend’s tarot deck. (As a technician and a musician I tend to be tactile, a toucher.) I had no idea one shouldn’t touch someone’s tarot deck. Sorry! ๐Ÿ™‚

        “I guessed Leo simply because of the relaxed and straightforward way in which you present yourself.”

        That’s the aging hippie, although I have to say I’ve always admired the model of openness and honesty and tried to emulate it. (For one thing, it makes life so much easier.) I don’t know if you’ve ever read The Tao of Pooh, but it’s a text that resonates strongly with me. Especially for someone with an “engineering mind” like mine, it’s important to focus on simplicity, grace, and quiet.

        It’s possible age and experience (and pains and sorrows) have granted a bit of wisdom. I look back with some horror on my younger self. A friend loaned me her copy of The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck, which I’m looking forward to reading, but at this point in life feel maybe I’m kinda all over that. ๐Ÿ˜€

        “Do you feel the weight of your own brilliance coupled with a crushing sensuality?”

        That question could open a castle door, but I’m wary of TMI overload. (Happy to go there, but don’t want to over-share. (You know, more than I already am! ๐Ÿ˜ฎ )) There is a comment a long-time friend made during a time we experimented with the “friends with benefits” thing. We were eating together and she started laughing. Apparently I eat like I fuck: with gusto and enjoyment. (I do eat with my hands a lot.) I always remembered that because it’s not my self-image. I perceive myself as too much the technician (knowing where everything is and what do to with it) but it’s hard for me to lose myself in the moment. I’ve had other feedback that supports that self-image, so it’s nice to know I can, at least sometimes, lose myself.

        That said, I’m very much about the senses. (I just can’t shut off my damn brain.) Tastes, smells, textures, sounds, and sights. Highly visual, very tactile. Can’t hear for shit, though, which puts a real crimp in pillow talk. “Huh?” is not, by most, considered sexy talk.

        Tease away! Just remember, goose and gander, that sauce works on both. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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