Friday, June 30, 2006

It's Hard to Believe...

...that anyone who could create something as gorgeous as this little man could be so badly in need of a make over that the makeup consultants were tripping over themselves and clawing at each other to get to me first when I walked through the doors of Sephora the other day. But that is what happened...

Ethan & I were strolling the mall and I decided "what the heck". Sure I'd been in the Sephora at Georgetown just two days before and bought frivolous Stila lip glosses (because all stay at home moms like plump shiny lips when they are loading the dishwasher and folding burp clothes).

The consultant for the "Benefit" line managed to scratch her way to me first, so she had the honor of transforming me from haggard hausfrau to yummy mummy. Ha. Ha. Really what she did was focus on my eyes and how to make them look less tired, frazzled and all around "old". It's amazing what a make up consultant can get away with saying to you in the name of making you look better. She must have insulted the "bags" and the "shadows" and the "tired appearance" of my peepers about a hundred times. And of course, each time I was determined to take her makeover and walk out without spending a freaking dime on her fancy shmancy product.

But damn it all if my eyes didn't look lighter, brighter and more alert after she spent about 20 minutes dabbing, patting and brushing. I hated to admit it, but she was right--I had looked like the living dead (my words, not hers. I mean, she has to have some tact, right?!) So I walked out of there $40 poorer after buying two of the four products she slathered on my face.

Of course, just like that fabulous hair cut that looks so amazing at the salon, it is impossible to recreate the look at home. This morning, in between Ethan's crying jags (I can't even bring myself to write about these--they are just too much), I made a mad dash into the bathroom and attempted to transform myself into that vibrant looking young thing that sashayed her way out of Sephora yesterday afternoon...um. When I walked out of the bathroom a few minutes later, I still looked like me, but with lots of really light makeup around my eyes. Hmmmmmm....

Good thing I had that lip gloss to really complete the look. I'm sure the cats appreciated my fancy new look as they watched me scoop out their litter box. Because if that isn't a good excuse to get prettied-up, I don't know what is

2 comments:

Stefanie said...

There's nothing more difficult than getting out of Sephora with your bank account intact. I had the exact same thing happen to me at a MAC counter awhile back. First time to a mall without the baby and these women went after my face with brushes and lip stick like crazed zombies. One of them decided to use some unfortunate green mascara on my lashes so I got out of there not spending a penny after seeing that in the mirror.

Amy said...

I love Stila!!!!

Please do share with us about the crying jags sometime. It's always nice to know misery has company.

Mine cried all. afternoon. yesterday.

He refused to take a nap and was so overtired it was absurd. And we were visiting a friend. So that was nice.