A palette for my eyes

When I was in the third grade, budget cuts forced us to share a room with a fourth grade class. Before school, and during breaks, a girl named Michelle would offer makeovers to the third grade girls from this giant plastic case. She charged fifty-cents which was just enough for two of the salty snacks being hawked by the sixth graders to help cover some of the expenses for their patrol trip. I used to watch as she'd cover an unsuspecting girl's lids in emerald green or sapphire blue. When she finished, they looked like some freakish version of themselves. My parents forbade make-up, but I went to a school where some girls came out of the womb with a tan, a perm and glittery eyes. I also went to a school where a number of the girls were pregnant before graduating high school, but you'll have that I suppose. I used to watch as she would pick from one of the small squares containing every color imaginable. She'd carefully select from her palette making each girl look different and yet the same. When a round of pinkeye was spread, the makeover business went under. And while I've since learned that you really don't need that many eyeshadow selections, make-up still fascinates me. On a good day, I'm lucky to put on a little mascara and lip-gloss and on a bad day nothing at all. I'm not one of those women that can't leave the house without make-up, though I admit it makes me feel better. So when I received an e-mail from Sephora and found out that they still make such palettes, I have to admit I was tempted. But how many eyeshadows does a girl who doesn't wear it really need?