I spent fathers’ day weekend at my parents’ house. (I discovered that my dad is growing a liking for cheap tetrapak-ed red wine. To be fair, the variant I tried is unbelievably good.)
Coming home from my parents’ house inspired me to write about beauty-related stuff I learned from my dad. Ironically, he doesn’t practice them, except for the last one. Here they are:
He inadvertently taught me that I should use a moisturizer.
My dad is very fond of her little sister. She’s based in the US now and we don’t see her very often. My dad made sure we get to know our aunt by telling stories and stuff about her.
He told me that my aunt is simple. She doesn’t wear too much makeup, and for skin care, she only uses Oil of Olay. During that time, I was in high school and I didn’t know what in the world Oil of Olay is. It didn’t take me long to find out that it’s a facial moisturizer. That, I think, is why I have a moisturizer addiction today.
Stumbled upon a photo of an old Olay packaging.
Source: Makeup That Doesn’t Suck
He taught me how to dry my hair using the electric fan. It’s my dad who taught me how to dry my hair using an electric fan in 3 easy instructions:
1. Put the fan on steady.
2. Bow in front of the fan and get all your hair up and over the head.
3. Finger comb your hair ‘til it gets completely dry.
When you’re 7, finding out how to dry hair on your own is very much like knowing how to tie your own shoe laces. I’m one of those kids who were raised not having their hair done for them, so it’s a big deal for me. Until today, I dry my hair the same way, except when I need to dry it faster using a blow dryer which is seldom.
He taught me how to develop my personal style (actually, it’s more like: “I learned how to be comfortable with who I am and not feel like there’s something wrong with me because I prefer boring clothes”).
My mom used to choose my clothes for me and I usually don’t like what she picks out. Don’t get me wrong, my mom meant well and the clothes buys for me are always trendy and age-appropriate, I just didn’t like them.
When I was in high school, my mom and I got into a fight because she wanted me to wear something I didn’t want to. My dad stepped up to referee. I regret fighting with my mom just because of clothes but I’m thankful that my dad talked her into letting me wear what I’m comfortable wearing.
Sometimes I wish I can become more stylish like her, but I’m not and I’ve accepted that. My brain just doesn’t process sartorial information very well. Whenever I shop, I don’t remember to consider how a piece of clothing will go along with the rest of the clothes in my closet. So, if you see me somewhere, expect that I won’t be trotting in a trend-setting ensemble. You’ll probably see me wearing just a shirt, jeans, and any flat footwear. If I’m coming from work, I’ll probably be wearing something very classic and/ or safe.
Anyway, Happy Belated Fathers’ Day Dad! I know this post is 2 days late but I greeted you last Sunday in person, so that should make up for it. :P