Ivy has amassed quite a collection of makeup supplies lately. A couple of the homes we’ve cleaned out had all kinds of Mary Kay and Avon makeup samples in them, clean and sealed, so I let her have some of them. She has a special box, full of her jewelry and makeup.

(Her dad very nearly had a little episode over this. I’m of the opinion that she’s a very girly girl, and that’s what she likes and that’s fine. We’ve had several talks about how you don’t need makeup to make you pretty, and that you only get it out when you ask mommy and you only use the makeup on your face. Not the cat. Not the walls. Ahem. So far so good, as she’s deathly afraid of losing her “treasure box”.)

The other night I decided to give her a makeover. She had a lot of fun and assured me that next time she would give me a makeover. And, ya know, it will probably be great!

Yes, that is a glittery cat in the middle of her forehead. That’s what the client asks for, that’s what they get!

Of course, I had to bust out the mineral mask afterward and give both of us a facial. Ozzie made the mistake of asking what we were doing and got suckered in.

Sweet, sweet blackmail.