All About My Mother. And Blog.

 It's often said that all reasons should be sought from childhood. Perhaps even my beauty blogging. One of the earliest memories from my childhood has exactly to do with makeup: my mum is sitting on her bed, she is wearing tight black jeans and she is putting lipstick on. Sun is gleaming through the window and the world seems like such a safe place.

When I stay in that memory for longer, I remember my mum's long curly blonde hair, and a concentrated look when she's applying lip pencil.  I was always so proud of my mum when I was a child. As well as now. She was a model for Siluet and she was the model for a face cream in one of the first TV adverts in Estonia. She looks like a mixture of Jayne Mansfield, herself, and Marilyn Monroe. Always made up. Always elegant. Always with good posture. I never saw her in some home garment. Always a nice dress. When mum unexpectedly visits me and finds me in pajamas or a dressing gown in the middle of the day, her look says it all. And for mum I am going to post a photo that proves looking good can happen also in a dressing gown (and wearing heavy makeup...).

. have another memory linked to makeup. I remember I always looked really pale and skinny as a child. When we had guests, my mum would put a bit of red on my cheeks because she was tired of questions along the line "Why is your daughter so sickly pale?" and "Does the child eat at all?" I remember vaguely the powdery smell of that lipstick and my mum's cold hands when she applied it on my cheeks.  But next to all that makeup stuff, my mum has always been a superb gardener. A faithful gardener. I lived in a private house as a child, and my mum spent her free time spring to autumn in the garden. Her gardens resemble the idyllic scenes in Midsomer Murders (needless to say, minus the corpses).  

With a baggage of memories like these, I couldn't write anything less than a blog related to beauty. But I'm not just going to write about beauty products, but everything else that I find beautiful. Blogging about it is all the more interesting because beauty lies in the eye of the beholder!

Räägitakse, et kõiki põhjuseid tuleb otsida lapsepõlvest. Võibolla ka minu isu pidada ilublogi. Üks esimesi mälestusi lapsepõlvest on mul seotud just meikimisega: minu ema istub magamistoa voodil, tal on jalas kitsad mustad teksad ja ta värvib huuli. Päike paistab aknast sisse ja maailm tundub nii turvaline. 

Kui ma selles mälestuses rohkem viibin, meenuvad mulle ema pikad blondid lokkis juuksed ja keskendunud ilme, kui ta huulele kontuurpliiatsiga joont tõmbab.

Ma olin lapsena oma ema üle nii uhke. Ja olen praegugi. Ta oli Silueti modell ja reklaamis ühes esimeses Eesti telereklaamis näokreemi. Ta on välimuselt Jayne Mansfieldi, iseenda ja Marilyn Monroe segu. Alati sätitud. Alati elegantne. Alati sirge seljaga. Ma ei näinud teda mitte kunagi koduses kitlis. Alati korralikus kleidis. Kui täna ema ootamatult mulle külla tuleb ning mind keset päeva pidžaamas või hommikumantlis eest leiab, siis ütleb ta pilk kõik. Ema jaoks postitan siia pildi, mis tõestab, et ka hommikumantlis (ja tugeva meigiga...) võib vahva välja näha.

Mul on veel teinegi mälestus, mis seotud just meikimisega. Mäletan, et nägin lapsena alati hirmus valge ja kõhn välja. Kui külalised tulid, pani ema mu põskedele õrnalt punakat tooni, sest ta oli väsinud küsimustest: "Miks on tütar haiglaselt valge?" ja "Kas laps üldse ei söö?"  Mul on ähmaselt meeles selle huulepulga puudrine lõhn ja minu ema jahedad käed, kui ta huulepulka mu põskedele pani.

Aga kogu selle meiginduse juures on mu ema olnud alati suurepärane aednik. Ustav aednik. Ma elasin lapsena eramajas ja mu ema veetis kevadest-sügiseni oma vaba aja aias. Tema loodud aiad meenutavad "Midsomeri Mõrvade" idüllilisi kaadreid (mõistagi ilma laipadeta).

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