Hey guess what time it is? Fifteen past midnight! And I'm just starting a post! Woo hoo! Bring on six AM!
Guess where I went tonight? I visited a highly-recommended make-up lady at the mall. I say make-up lady. I think she's my age. I felt like a hillbilly. Kuh-yuk.
Anyhow, my sister and sister-to-be and her mother all converged on Sandy at the Lancome counter and I was beatified. I told Sandy I wanted something I could wear on a daily basis - very basic. I know it will shock none of you, but here's what she wanted me to wear every day: foundation, concealer, bronzer, one eye shadow, eye liner, mascara and lip gloss. That's, like, SEVEN things! Can I ask a personal question? How many different things do YOU put on your face every day? Does seven seem unreasonable?
I'll get used to seven things. I'm sure it'll seem like hardly anything in a few years. I've got to put something on my face, though, because age is not kind. Nor are kids. Earlier this week Val asked me to raise my eyebrows so she could feel and play with the wrinkles on my forehead.
Sandy said she was shocked at how thick my eyelashes were and wondered that they weren't longer. Longer? I think they're quite long enough, thank you. I also think I'm allergic to their mascara (or she just applied three more pounds than I usually do) because my eyes were beginning to sting and turn red by the time I got home. She suggested conditioner. For my eyelashes. So they could get longer. Who knew such things even existed?
I talk as though Sandy was pushing product on me right and left, but she really wasn't. I didn't even buy anything (the store was closing) but I'll be back. My sister(s) told me that she's very reasonable about what you need and don't. In the end she told me the top two things she would recommend and they were eyebrow pencil (I forgot one! EIGHT!) and foundation.
Here's a picture I took when I got home, in my bathroom, with incorrect camera settings and less-than-desirable lighting. Then I washed my face and marveled over what some people do every day. Goal one, getting done.
Next up, eyebrow waxing! (Pssst! Mother, you're coming with us! We have a good recommendation this time!)