Selling Makeup or Mending a Broken Heart

Am I selling makeup or mending a broken heart?

If you know me or have been following my ramblings, it’s no secret that in 2016 I walked out of the classroom for the very last time as a full time teacher. I gave subbing a go. Unfortunately, I found this to be challenging as well. Whether it be the fluorescent lights, movement or the joyous noises within the confines of those hallowed walls, I will never know. One thing is for certain. The classroom is a no go.

I was born to teach. I mourn the loss of my greatest passion daily. I cling to sentiments as if they were alive and visit them often.  “You made history so much fun.” “You are the reason I want to come to school.” Thank you for loving me, Mrs. Peters.” Those my friends, were the best of times for this ole girl.

Since, I’ve learned to fill my days with an eclectic array of hobbies and activities. Being home all day everyday isn’t as glamorous as you might think. Many of you are realizing this amidst the Covid-19 Quarantine. BOREDOM SETS IN QUICKLY!

I am most certain that I drive Stuart batty. One day, I’m a wood carver spending countless hours in the garage burning up Dremel’s. On any given day, you might find me with a crochet hook in my hand or behind my sewing machine. Or how about the time I started playing the harmonica or ordered a Ukulele? I can’t even imagine the number of hours I’ve spent training the MOST ADORABLE Corgi on the planet. My realm of interests is vast. It truly needs to be in order for me to maintain my sanity.

Am I selling makeup or mending a broken heart?

I had been in a “blah mindset” for several months. I had gained all the weight back that I had worked so hard to lose. I felt old. I felt empty. I felt sad.

For a few weeks, I’d been watching my daughter’s sister in law do makeup tutorials and boast about this product called Maskcara. I can assure you, I didn’t go looking for makeup tutorials. Makaela just pops up in my Facebook feed often. After watching one video I watched another and another. Her energy was contagious! Her spirit the sweetest! The makeup was a secondary factor for me.

Casey ordered makeup from Makaela. I had her put it on me. Although the wrong shade, I fell in love with it. I think I ordered the same night.

Casey mentioned that she thought I would do really well selling Maskcara. She could sense my excitement. So I started kicking the idea around. The relationship between a mother and her twenty something daughter is to be cherished. We pay our dues when they are teenagers, do we not?  She is now my best friend.

When I applied “my shades” for the first time, I knew that I had in my possession something worth sharing. I thought, “Hey, I can promote this stuff and make some extra money.” Afterall, overall the years I’ve had many a side hustle.

When my health forced me into retirement,  my income as we knew it ceased I can’t describe the guilt I feel in my gut from not being able to contribute monetarily as I once had.

Am I selling makeup or mending a broken heart?

By nature , I’m not a “girly girl.” It is true. I don’t meet a stranger and as my daddy always said, ” I was vaccinated with a phonograph needle.” But, I typically shy away from female companionship. I just don’t know how to be a good “girl friend.” I would rather be fishing than shopping.

I started selling Maskcara a little over a week ago. I’ve made some side money and rose to Elite HACer in 4 days. But, something else is happening. As I started color matching women, I quickly began realizing how much I miss social interaction. Teaching. Helping others. Guiding women through this process is more rewarding than I could have ever imagined.

Sitting across from someone with no make up on discussing what they consider to be their flaws is a very intimate experience for both parties. Next, the chit chat commences. Gardening, 80’s fads, Tik Tok videos and granny’s butterfly tattoo. The look on their face when they see the glow. The subtle but oh so powerful transformation. Precious moments that are already tucked away in a little corner of my soul. Folks, those moments do this girls broken heart some good.

Listen to me here. No one “needs” makeup. I’ve never thought of myself as a “knock-out” or one of the “pretty girls.” I see myself as average, on the chunkier side with lots of curves. Pretty plain actually. I can pick my appearance apart with the best of ’em. I have always been more proud of my creative abilities than my physical appearance.   I admire women who are comfortable in their skin. That being said, it sure feels good to glow.

One of my goals is to create an online community of women supporting women via my Maskcara Facebook page. The comments and comradery within the group are already something very special. My hope is that this group is a place where women can chit chat, become inspired and promote their own side hustles. Fridays, I plan on taking a step back. I won’t be promoting Maskcara, at all. I will invite women with online businesses and services to promote themselves via  Radiant Jewel – Maskcara Beauty by Julie . I am so excited to see how this goes!

Am I selling makeup or mending MY broken heart? You decide.

 

 

 

 

 

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