A Funny.. Yeah I couldn’t come up with a better title deal with it. :-)
Posted Jun 24 2009 7:01pm
I took my best friend to get her eyebrows threaded this past week. If you haven’t been introduced to threading it’s murder, but the end result’s fabulous!
After our torture session, I needed to go and get curtains from JC Penny’s to replace the ones Crazy Daisy destroyed. We walked in and couldn’t resist going over to the make up section to admire our newly shaped brows and see if we could have one of the girls show us how to do smokey eyes.
Rachel went first and the girl was really good, telling her about the brushes and techniques she was using, not to mention she had nice lids herself, which I think is reeeeeally important! If your makeup artist doesn’t sport good makeup ”RUN” or you may end up looking like this…
The girl Rachel had selected to do her eye makeup was really good and gave her the smouldering look she was going for. Unfortunately for me, she was going on break when it came time for my eyes.
There were two other girls there, one older who had decent makeup, but of course she wasn’t feeling well… get where this is going yet? YEP I was left with the girl who had crappy lids. I’m not kidding, she looked like she’d taken charcoal and spread it on like butter, then put powder over it to try and soften the look. I knew before she started that I was going to end up looking like a drag queen gone extremely wrong and the looks Rachel kept giving me over the girl’s shoulder while she was caking my eyelids confirmed my gut feeling. I kid you not it looked terrible, but of course I didn’t want to hurt her feelings or piss on her dream of aspiring to makeup artist for the stars. So I told her I wasn’t keen on it but left it on and walked through the store to get my curtains. Even the lady who helped me find my curtains couldn’t take her eyes off my hideous lids. When I realized she wasn’t going to ask me where’d you get that color? I grabbed my bag and headed out of the store with Rachel giggling beside me.
When I got out to the car, in the sunlight, I could’ve cried it was that bad, but ended up in hysterics instead. I grabbed a wipe and tried like hell to get it all off, but she’d put on the base primer, you know the one that says “longer lasting”, damn the one time I get ”long lasting” and it actually works. Sigh!
20 wipes and 3 brillo pads later I got it off. At least Rachel and I got a great ab work out with all the giggling and laughing we did . ~grin~