The theme of todays lesson is straightforward and practical, best summed up with the forthright advice: Step away from the trowel, young lady. In other words, my present ejaculations concern themselves with the feminine art of cosmetics.
An ensemble of young maidens sallying forth for an evening of demure merrymaking may demonstrate anything from sheer class to absolute trash but the casual observer can tell at a glance who spends thoughtful time before the mirror and who rashly slaps layer-upon-layer like a plasterer possessed.
'Tis very silly to gild refined gold or paint the lily.
I am fully prepared to concede that a little cosmetic assistance can indeed enhance the natural beauty of the womanly lustre but the inherent peril is to assume that more make-up will render you ever more dazzling.
In fact, it will submerse your natural prettiness beneath a powdery crust of chemical goo, au naturelle will always be best.
You may like to think yourself a celestial beauty who beguiles every young man that gazes upon your starry splendour and in habitually caking yourself in make-up your heavenly complexion will indeed put folk in mind of the night sky above...particularly the lunar craters.
© Sean Barrett - Aug 2011