Makeover Queen

Since I'm so fond of throwing things back in people's faces, it's only fair that it happens to me on occasion.

These girls from M.A.C. swung by the shop over the weekend to check out our new shoes. I have this hunch that they envy/admire us as much as we do them, but it's just a theory. A makeup artist acquaintance of mine confronted me about my supposed disbelief in wearing makeup. She jokingly stepped up and tapped me on the shoulder

"I thought you didn't wear makeup - but what's this? It looks like blush..."

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I stammered, I'm not going to lie, I was taken aback - which almost never happens to me. I'm usually the accoster, and not the accostee.

"Uh, I didn't mean that don't wear makeup, I usually do, just not all the time and to varying degrees - sometimes even to the gym (but it's more because I didn't wash my face after being at work, than applying it expressly for the gym). I always wear blush and mascara, because I have no eyelashes, but um, yeah... Sometimes I jokingly refer to myself as a cake-face; I actually wear a lot more make up than it seems..." The other girl she was with said something about how jealous she was of my skin (all makeup and trickery I'm afraid).

Somehow I ended up agreeing to let her work her magic on me and introduce new colours into my palette. Only time will tell if I end up looking like a clown.