The other day I wrote about the amazing time I’d had on Saturday night. What I didn’t mention was how frustrating it’d been getting ready. I don’t wear make up most of the time, but I wanted to put a bit on to go out dancing.
The biggest challenge was putting on mascara. Surprisingly, jabbing myself in the eye because of my twitchy arms isn’t the trickiest bit, and I usually manage to get some on my eyelashes without too much trouble. But then I go and blink!
Blinking tics are usually the least problematic of all. I might do it more often and harder than most people, but it doesn’t interfere much with my life. Except when I’ve just applied mascara – then every blink spreads it further and further over my face.
That then requires a long and futile battle to wipe it off my cheeks and re-apply.
Obviously, in the grand scheme of things this isn’t a big deal, but while it’s going on it’s infuriating.
It only works to my advantage at Halloween when I can do a good impression of a zombie.