skin deep

funny story.

the day of my friends wedding she thought it would be a nice treat and a great bonding experience for the bridal party to all get our makeup done at the salon where she was getting her hair done. it was a bonding experience, but not for the reason she had in mind.

the girls that worked in the salon were not actually cosmetolgists, so they didn't really know what they were doing. one by one we made our way up to the chair where we were painted, but out of the range of any mirror's reflection. i was second to last, and was a little disturbed by what i saw on some of the other girls.

my first clue that things were worse than i thought was when candice, after her stylist had finished her up-do, came to see how my makeup looked. as she rounded the corner she burst into uncontrolled spasms of laughter. not a good sign. just then the girl put the final touches on my lipgloss and i approached the mirror to discover...well, see for yourself.



i actually took this picture of myself just outside of starbucks. i wanted to wipe the horrible stuff off, but couldn't do it until i had photographic evidence for my posterity. the picture doesn't truly reflect (and i do mean reflect!) how shimmery-shiny the lash-to-brow pearlescent lavender really was. shortly after i took this picture i realized the skin on my upper lids was starting to flake and peel. isn't that sexy? needless to say i ended up washing all the eye makeup off and doing myself.

when i get married i'm doing my own makeup.