It started out innocent enough. My bestie (who said she wanted to be called “Lola” from now on in my blog…and that’s really the perfect name for her!), called and said she was getting off work early and did I want to meet her at the new makeup store. Hmmmm, lemme think a minute. Never mind, 10 seconds was all I needed, cause I was ALL in. I had already showered, so that was a plus ~ no stinky Sasha in public. I had on little makeup and had done hardly anything to my hair, (I’m thinking we’re going ‘Messy Casual’) but no biggie. I mean, we’re just going to the make up store….maybe I could get some makeup there. (I don’t think they had any hair help….) Once we get there, we are stopped in our tracks by ALL the finishes for faces. I realize I am in WAY over my head. I mean, I’m a ‘slap some foundation on, some blush and powder, swipe a few strokes of eye shadow on the wrinkled eye lids and add about a hundred mascara applications’ and I’m good to go. But this…THIS was like Make Up for Pros. Or at least people who did a lot more than I did. The very lovely, very made up (BIG FLIPPIN CLUE), very friendly employee approached us as we were standing there, slack-jawed and confused. I had hoped we didn’t appear that way, but apparently it was VERY obvious. She said the words that I will never forget….and ones that I should run from if I ever hear them again: Would you like a Make Over? Sure! That sounds like fun. What a sucker I am….. I hop up onto the stool (fine…I crawl one bad knee at a time), hand my pocket-book to Lola and say, “Whatcha gonna do?” Made up Employee: Well, we’ve got some new colors that really POP and give a Great DRAMATIC look to your Eyes that I’d love to TRY. I think you’d look beautiful with the SMOKY look. (All key words I neglected to hear because the word beautiful was stuck in my ear.) Me: OKAY! Sounds good to me. HEAVILY Made up Employee: Great. Just close your eyes and don’t peek until I’m finished. I wish I could say I knew what she used, but I was a good little
customer guinea pig, and didn’t peek one time. And it’s a good thing, too, because if I had opened my eyes mid-makeover, I’m sure I would have left the store only half made up. Which, come to think of it, might not have been a bad idea. When VERY Heavily Made up Employee lady finished, she whirled me around in that tall bar stool with a back (thank the good Lord for that), and said “Ok, what do you think?” I think my good acting skills took over because I did NOT jump up screaming and run from the counter. What I did say was, “Well….I never used quite that much eye shadow before. Are those ‘wings’ coming out from my eyes? That’s a LOT of eye liner. And I usually like a little darker lipstick.” She told me the new ‘style’ was pale lips and cheeks and DRAMATIC Eyes for Fall. I’m pretty sure she nailed it. I waited until I got to the car to take pictures, but you just can’t see the VERY DARK AND VERY DRAMATIC look as well as I can when I look in the mirror. Of course, when I got home and went over to Mama and Daddy’s to check on them, Mama asked what happened to my eyes. I tried to explain it was the new DRAMATIC Look for Fall but I’m not sure she was buying it. A dollar says she’ll ask Daddy if I got in a fight….
Thanks so much for reading what I write ~ I really appreciate it. It’s even funnier is you’re drinking a margarita when you read it….or maybe it’s just funnier if I’m DRINKING a margarita when I read it….whatever.