We were in Macy's, hunting out Deborah Biancotti's particular brand of cosmetics. I was eyeing off the myriad of colour names - I once wrote a short script based on a character whose job it was to come up with paint names - and so only came in on the conversation at the very end, when Deb was telling the sales assistant to go to work on me.
Wait, what?
A cunning plan on Deb's behalf, as it kept me occupied while she was doing proper business. For my part, I believe the sale assistant sniffed out my bemusement like a shark on a used tampon, and went to work on me with as much enthusiasm.
I don't wear make up. This year I made tentative forays into the realms of mascara and eyeliner, and that has been the extent of it. Yet I'm pretty sure I can make my eyes look better than that.
(Deb got the awesome artist, because damn, she looked glamorous by the time they'd done with her.)
There were of course many other noteworthy things that occurred during the day, but I mention this because apparently Deb's cosmetic brand of choice is good, so good I can't get the damn stuff off, and I'm sitting here in my jim-jams and I look like a sleep-deprived panda that has just been punched in the face with a sack of coal. Twice. And started crying because it was punched, and was wearing mascara and eyeshadow which has thus run.
Hotttt.
6 comments:
Oh, yeah. Should've warned you about its staying powers.
Your eye make-up, however, looked fab -- much better than you describe! (At least, it did before you tried to wash it off...)
Peach suits you, Sir Tessa. :)
BTW: http://www.citylights.com/
Want photos!
What Mr. Barnes said.
This post is useless without photos. I realize makeup isn't your thing, but it would be fascinating to see you with it on even as an experiment.
No photos! I thwart you all! Bwahahaha!
Deb, I think I'm scarred against all make up counters now.
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