I went into the post office yesterday morning wearing no makeup whatsoever. A friend remarked they barely recognized me without my signature raccoon eyes.  Me, too. I could say I’m toning it down for the summer, but actually someone has me laughing so many times a day that it gets cried off regularly, so it made sense to stop wearing  it.  My mom used to say she could tell how insecure I was feeling by how much eye makeup I had on. I particularly favored what she called the “two burn holes in a blanket” look. I’ve spent more time wiping laughter tears from my eyes and reapplying eye makeup the last couple of months than two years’ worth of raccoon eyes. That’s kinda high maintenance for me. so, for now, goodbye raccoon eyes.