For today’s blog journal entry I am supposed to tell you what is in my make up bag. That is impossible. I have no make up bag. I have a little bit of make up, which is in a basket, under the sink, in my bathroom. When I was much younger I used to wear more make up. However, with children, husband, taking care of home, and major depression I got out of the habit of it. Now when I look at myself in the mirror, I see too many lines and wrinkles to bother even attempting to cover them up most of the time.