Makeup anxiety

Written last night:

Dear Friends,

Marisa is not as exasperated as she looks here. She’s patiently showing me how to put on makeup. I didn’t wear much in laid-back Tallahassee, and after Clark died I stopped wearing any makeup at all — it was kind of like I disappeared — until I geared up again in April, before Gretchen and Rich got married. "Gotta wear makeup for a wedding," the makeup guy told me then — "otherwise you’ll just disappear from the photos.” And very soon Jeffrey and Megan are getting married. I’m sure nobody cares if I wear makeup or not, but to my surprise I’m having fun with it.

Later today my friend Cher and I were talking about anxiety -- I think I have makeup anxiety. Marisa is helping me get over it. She did one side of my face and made me do the other side. Was it my imagination, or were people looking at me crooked as I walked down J Street after that?

Love,

k