Made Over

I got off of work at noon. Joy! Went to Ulta where I needed to find some new make up. Now you must understand that before my wedding I never went out of the Cover Girl section. I have always been a Plain Jane, No Fuss kind of a girl when it comes to make up. So when I walk into places like Ulta or Sephora I am intimidated. Bottom line: I needed help. When she first came over I was kneeling in front of the kiosk aimlessly looking at all the little jars that varied ever so slightly in shade and I didn't quite get a look at her when she asked if I needed any help. I just said "Oh yes, I have no idea what I'm doing!". And then I turned around and EEK! Not so sure she knew what she was doing either at that point. I was a little unsure if I should take her advice considering that her make up had more of an elderly drag queen look going on. And then she grabbed my hand and said, let me do a facial so you can see how it looks. I felt like I was being led to the guillotine. The whole time I'm thinking everybody must be walking around, taking a look at this lady's own make up job and looking at me saying "Sucker!". But, she did a pretty good job. Maybe she usually puts her make up on in the car like I do and just didn't catch enough red lights to get accuracy on the lip liner. Who knows. Just goes to show that looks can be deceiving!