I could subtitle this "What Really Happened to Mom's Makeup."About a week ago I sent out an email requesting old makeup samples. Not for myself, and, regrettably, not for Catherine, who nevertheless managed to sequester herself in the bathroom and smear lipstick on her eyelids. No, the makeup was for an art project -- specifically to paint the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. Michelangelo's original work just needed some touching up, you know.
If you're not familiar with Michelangelo, he was the sculptor (of David and the Pieta) of 14/1500s Florence. He was immensely talented -- so talented that he lived on commissions from the Medici family and the pope (the Big Guns of the time). One day the pope asked -- more like demanded -- that Michelangelo paint the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. Michelangelo's response was something along the lines of "Heck no! I'm a sculptor, not a painter -- get Raphael to do it!" but then he bent to the pope's will and picked up a paintbrush. It took four years of isolation, fatigue and physical pain, but we all know the beautiful result.Well, we're no Michelangelos, but I wanted the kids to think about how you paint upside down, so I taped drawing paper to the underside of a table. My conundrum was that I didn't want paint or colored pencils dropping into their eyes, and then I had a brainstorm -- makeup!
Many thanks to Mom for all her old Clinique samples. An hour later, we had our own masterpiece of butterflies, crosses and some sort of fire-station lights, and it is now gracing our entryway.
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