Hello Damnlings!
I've been busy this week planning some big changes to my social media channels - you'll have to follow them all to find out what the changes are, but one thing I can share with you now: I'm on BlueSky! If you can remember Twitter (when it was actually Twitter, before Igor Tusk took over. Incidently there's a rumour doing the virtual rounds that he might be merging it with Blames and the Giant Impeachments' social media platform... definitely time to leave!) BlueSky is exactly like old school Twitter (cat pics, communities, positive vibes, all the nice things! - mostly because it was set up by the same engineer who created Twitter) so go sign up, and give me a follow over there - just search my name, you'll find me :)
I used to use Twitter for my professional life, keeping in touch with others in my field (day job, not drag queens), sharing best practice and learning through reflection. Which is what I wanted to talk to you about this week, in the final instalment of this set of posts about running a show: Reflecting after the show.
Once I finally get home from whichever fast food vendor had the pleasure of seeing my face matched with a hoodie, trackies, and snapback hiding the awful birds nest of cowlicks that my hair becomes after removing the wigcaps, it's straight to the bathroom to remove the layers of makeup so that I don't destroy another pillowcase...
You may recall from my second blog post how much I simply love sitting in front of a mirror for prolonged periods, so you can imagine what it gets like doing it while tired and achy knowing bed is so close!
I usually get to about the half way point (I don't actually do it like this picture, I was just recreating a Mulan Moment in my exhausted state!) before I start to really mull over how the night went, and assessing my overall look and performance, making mental notes of what to improve on next time (which usually means what do I need to focus on for the next few practice runs so that I get it right next time).
The trick here is to not get into a "I can't believe I went out looking like this" narrative, because it lurks behind humour, so doesn't "hurt" at the time, but it just gives yourself permission to be mean when you start the process over again ("better get it right this time, don't wanna risk looking like that again...!") which just adds pressure and sucks out all the fun.
There is a really sweet moment during this process, where I'll catch my eye in the mirror (just before I start taking the makeup off) and smile at myself (or Evilyn smiles at Mikey?) as if to say, simultaneously, "you goofball", and "well done, you did great". I never realise at the time that I do it, but it always leaves me feeling fuzzy that I do remember to be kind to myself sometimes.
I'm deliberately avoiding talking about makeup removal routines by the way, because I get judged a lot for just using warm water and a washcloth (I do use Simple's make up remover for the heavier makeup around my eyes). It works for me, and I'm not apologising!
So there you are, now you have a first hand account of the full Evilyn experience and process. Sorry this post is a bit less structured than normal - my head is throbbing so I'm going to go curl up in a dark place! This is the last post in this series, let me know what topics you'd like me to cover in future posts, and I'll do my best to make it work.
Yours if you have paracetamol,
Evilyn x
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