Oh, they got me good.
Last night after work I headed to Nordstrom where I found myself at the Trish McEvoy counter looking at eyshadow. It had occurred to me that I don't really have a good daytime look when I need to look a little bit more done up for for work and such. Before I knew it, 2 sassy girls not a DAY over 21 were all over me, forcing themselves on EVERY FACE PART. By the time I got up off the stool, and assessed the damage, I had given them $80. A shameful violation of my willpower, but I look hot!
And not just one makeup artist, but two. TWO?? Apparently I'm either just bursting with potential and Ford Models is dialing as we speak, or I am just too much facial renovation for one person to take on.
But MY favorite moment had to have been when when one of them looked at me with her perfectly shadowed and blended eyes and said, "If there's ONE thing I suggest you leave with today, it's the under-eye line and shadow corrector." So this is where it begins. I now see how disasters like what can be found at awfulplasticsurgery.com happen. It's when girls like me start obsessing too early about the nooks and crannies on their faces. Ok, I have more than a nook, I have a ditch, but I actually didn't leave with the line correcter, after all. I'm saving my money for Botox, baby!