I’m adventurous, but you all probably know that. I like to climb mountains, SCUBA dive, work and play in the dirt, and I crave extended periods of time without electricity. That being said I am a girl and I like to make sure that I look good. I once went on a rant with a team of archaeologists that I was working with about how working in the field is no excuse to look homeless, and I stand by that. Wear clothes that fit (NOT oversized t-shirts and holey pants), color coordinate, and for heaven’s sake keep your hair under control.
In a nutshell, as rugged as I am, I maintain total control over my appearance, and I like it to work.
Last week, I finally mustered up the courage to get the tattoo that I have been meticulously planning for years. Over the years, I have also made two appointments for this tattoo, which I cancelled due to my fear of needles and self-inflicted pain. I had three of my Indonesian friends come to the tattoo parlor with me and fortunately, one of them was as crazy about controlling the situation as I was, and he had the language ability to do so. He’s an artist and he drew the final draft for me, under my strict guidance of course. The result of having Anpan, Jaka, and Dedy there was that none of my desires were lost in translation, the price was appropriate for the design, and I was given clear after care instructions. The end result is that I have a perfectly placed and shaded tattoo of Abraham Ortelius’ 1564 map of the world, Typus Orbis Terrarum. Besides my right hip, this map is also found in Theatrum Orbis Terrarum, the first modern atlas. I love it.
You are probably saying to yourself “of course you should be controlling about a tattoo, Mary! You’ll have that thing stamped on your body for the rest of your life!” But it doesn’t stop there. I always match my weekly manicure to the outfits I plan on wearing that week. That means that if I choose red, I’m restricted to my red, white, and blue America themed clothes and all the pretty pink outfits I have must wait until the next manicure.
I’m also crazy about sunglasses and my friends H-A-T-E sunglass shopping with me.
I don’t understand why anyone would buy cheap sunglasses. Your eyes are important and you only get one set of them, so puh-lease protect them from harmful UV rays! You might as well not even be wearing sunglasses if they aren’t good ones in my opinion. I also only choose frames that are as timeless as my wardrobe. And tortoise shell. Why? Because I like wearing brown clothes, shoes, accessories, so why ruin a perfectly coordinated brown outfit with black shades? That being said, tortoise shell is perfect because it also works with black outfits.
All that being said, I cannot explain why I let my guard down so much when I’m at the hair and make up salon. I usually walk in and say something like “I have no idea what I want, just make it pretty!” That is often followed by a list of requirements that my new do must adhere to: I need to have the option to put it in a pony tail, my cowlick must be hidden, and try to give it more volume, but not TOO many layers (for the pony tail requirement). Some of past stylists, such as Ali from Senoj in Bloomington, IN, have been true artists and might have mind reading abilities. Unfortunately, I’m far too transient to keep a stylist for long, which means a lot of trial and error with every move. I won’t bore you with my bad hair saga in Key Largo, FL, but there were many tears and I went off on a receptionist once.
After getting my tattoo and a motorbike, I wanted a haircut as bad ass as me: blunt bangs. I was hoping to still keep my length though. I behaved as I normally do in salons though and told the stylist to do whatever she thought best, and so a chin length bob it is. I miss my long hair a bit, but I’m set up perfectly to be a flapper for Halloween, so that’s a good thing.
The spa across the street from school invited me to be a model for one of their make up artists. They do classes there, and I was nervous that that was what I was modeling for and I was relieved when I showed up for my appointment and the head make up artist just wanted to add some photos of a buleh (foreigner) to her portfolio, and I was the chosen buleh. There aren’t too many to pick from here in Bandar Lampung. Being a model at the make up salon meant that for an hour, people fussed over my face and hair, got me whatever I wanted, and took a bunch of glamour shots of me. When I say that I got whatever I wanted, I’m not exaggerating. Maya, the artist asked me if I liked beer and I said that I love it. The receptionist heard and snapped her fingers. A man showed up, she handed him money and sent him out on a beer run. It was noon and I was on my break from work. It was awesome! I told her that I wanted “daily make up” because I had to go back to work, but she could do whatever she wanted besides that. I kind of wish that I would have told her to leave my eye brows alone. Oh well, like my hair, they will grow back, and she didn’t shave them completely off… they are thinner than I’ve ever had them though. You can’t tell in the photo due to the penciling in of big eyebrows. I was given an eyebrow pencil as a parting gift, so that I could practice doing my eyebrows at home. I don’t color them THAT much, but I’m glad I have the pencil to fill in my very thin blonde hairs.
This is final outcome “daily” make up makeover. Words they used to describe this look were “subtle” “soft” and “natural”. I’m eager to see what her “dramatic” make up means….