Purple eyeshadow is never the answer....
After icing various body parts and catching up on errands yesterday I decided to walk to Macy's in Union Square. The Clinique counter was having a special "update your spring look" event and I figured that getting a make over was the perfect end to a good day.So I sat down with Brittni and we chatted about my daily regimen of cleansing, moisturizing, and makeup-ing. I think I confounded her a little because I have used Clinique products exclusively for the past 20 years or so. I also do all of the things I'm supposed to do like taking my makeup off before bed and using eye cream. So, Brittni decided to play with some color.
I mentioned to her that one of the other makeup artists was wearing eye shadow that I liked. Brittni went off to consult with the woman and came back triumphantly stating that purple was the answer. I was hesitant, but figured, "what the hell." I became nervous when I saw the many shades and layers of purple that were going to make their way onto my eyelids. I almost yelled STOP when Brittni trotted out the gold, but I just crossed my fingers and had faith.
When she was finished I took a peek in the mirror and had to keep from audibly gasping. Plain and simple, I looked like a hooker! The makeup looked nothing like the woman that I had admired nor did it look good in any way. I made pleasant murmurs and vowed to wash it off as soon as I returned home. As I sat and let Brittni apply lipstick to my abused face I grabbed the woman whose makeup I coveted and said, "See this is what I wanted. Subtle yet fresh." The nice lady then showed me what she did to get her look and moved on. I could tell that Brittni was hurt and I assured her that I just wanted another option for the purple eyeshadow.
On my walk home I was certain I would be stopped by someone driving by and asked for my rates. My friend Libby begged me to take the look out to a bar and at least have one drink. I bought Girl Scout cookies instead.
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