Carpool Red

FullSizeRender (1)In middle school I was part of a carpool.  Different moms would pile us into their cars and drop us off, which was way more cool than actually riding a bus.  Being a sensitive being, both then and now, I’ve never forgotten a look that one of these carpool moms gave me.

This mom, whom I’ll name Ms W, was probably in her mid-thirties (ancient to an 8th grader) and she had a passel of children, all with dark hair and lovely milky skin.  When Ms W picked us up there was always a rush of energy in the air.  It’s probably because we were running (more) than a tad bit late.  She also appeared to be wearing what she’d likely been able to grab the quickest. Sometimes  it was a flowered housecoat, other times a sweatsuit.  Her hair was rarely combed, and she wore thick glasses and no makeup.  As a middle schooler, my thoughts were mostly on how to survive the day.  Did I smell funny?  Would someone pass me a note that day?  Would I ever actually wear that skirt I was sewing in home ec? What if my period started?

But one day Ms W showed up looking quite different.  I mean significantly different, at least, to me.  Since I didn’t live with her or play regularly with her kids, I recall the shock on my face and the too dramatic praise of her appearance.  Wow, Ms W, you look beautiful today!  

Of course, I meant it as a compliment.  It was genuine admiration.  Yet the look she threw over the seat was one of pure irritation.  Her hair was in a fashionable slick bun, the glasses were gone, and she had on the most perfect color of red lipstick — not a true red, but more of a burnt red that highlighted her smooth, silky skin and made her dark eyes flash.  She was not grateful for my words.  No, she was pissed.  In that moment I knew I’d hurt her somehow, and I felt badly.

Now that I am Ms W I understand that look.  It’s the look that slips off one’s face when she’s rushed and frustrated.  It’s the look that says, yes, I could look like this all of the time, but I’m busy taking care of someone else’s needs. It’s the look that says, hey, I’m not a morning person and your praise only reminds me that I look like hell every other morning that I do not brush my hair or put on some lipstick.

About two years ago, when I regularly took the kids to school (I was the mom zooming in at the last minute, before the school officials locked the gate), I got locked out of the house.  I had to return to my son’s middle school wearing the very outfit I’d driven to school in:  a nightgown, mismatched sweat pants, slippers, a winter coat, and unbrushed hair and teeth.  Here I was, a working professional mom, showing up at the school office looking like a hobo.  I had to ask the showered and well-dressed woman in charge to please call my son to the front office so that I could borrow his house key.  It was at that moment that I realized Ms W’s situation.  If I had showed up everyday dressed the same way, and then showed up combed and lipsticked, I know someone would have said, Wow!  You look great, with all sincerity.  My likely response would have been hers — one of irritation, not gratitude, due to the morning rush and stress.

So I’ve let go of my confusion over Ms W’s look to me that morning way back in the 80s.  I also get what those fashion mags (that I rarely read anymore) mean when they write that with red lipstick, we don’t need a lot of other makeup.  There’s something about a red lipstick that brings out natural beauty — a blast of color that makes all the other stuff we often put on our faces unnecessary (which it really is, if I’m honest).  On weekends, lipstick and clean clothes are the only things I wear out.  And while there are thousands of shades of red lipstick, I’ve yet to find one called “carpool red.”


7 thoughts on “Carpool Red

  1. I had to use a friends connection to read your CARPOO RED column. I enjoyed it. I do not know why I cannot, at this time, enter your site and enjoy our blog. I will keep trying.


  2. Love this! Reminds me of the time I wore mismatched shoes to school and the kids took turns sitting at the front of the room so they could see it for themselves. One of those “kids” is now superintendent of our school system so I guess I didn’t traumatize them too badly!


    • June — LOL! Mr. Hogan used to wear different colored socks, and we all noticed. You did not traumatize anyone, you edified us! I have a student who works at one of the few shops that sells women’s wear, and I always wonder if she’s noticing that I’m wearing something from her workplace!


  3. Hi Rosemary – As you may or may not know I’m not on any type of Social media so it has been a challenge to locate your writings but I finally was able to find this one and just wanted to say how wonderful it was to see your work. Beautiful story that made me smile remembering the stories above.


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