Georgette wrote in and commented on my recent “Makeup Magic” post which delved into powerful memories of shopping for and trying to use my own makeup which I had saved up for from my meager allowance as well as my paper route money:
“I remember those days of going thru my mother’s dresser drawers, And wondering what some of it was for, My mother hardly ever used much makeup, I don’t know what they put in them but the red lipsticks didn’t easily wash off, I developed a habit of biting my lips to have an excuse of why they were reddish.
My first time buying something for myself was in the mid 60’s. My mother only wore stockings and so many of the other girls in my age were into some of the newer pattern pantyhose. That first store bought item of MINE. I had also gotten a plain pair of flats shoes. I was so happy and proud as they were mine and not borrowed from my mother. “
Thanks for the comment! As luck would have it, I was able to find a pair of women’s shoes which fit and I cherished them for as long as I could before sadly I outgrew them.
I also distinctly remember having my own wig was the impossible dream and it would be years before I could do anything about it. In fact, there were several “impossible dreams” I conquered on my path along the gender divide which I will write about in another post.