get a makeover

I was wandering the mall today and stopped at one of the counters to inquire about make-up that wouldn’t make my face break out in pimples. I thought this would be a cue for the girl to show me alll the make-up they had, the eyeshadows and blushes and everything, but instead she dabbed some foundation on a Q-tip, rubbed it into my cheek, and that was all. I couldn’t even see it when I looked in the mirror. So I said, okay, I’ll go home and see what happens. And then just left. Kind of embarassing.

I’m thinking I might try this on Saturday. I have plans to go to the mall to buy some new jeans. Maybe a real beauty counter make-over will make me feel good before I try the always self-esteeming deflating activity of buying new jeans.

Then again, it might be problematic to have a pushy saleswoman try to sell me a $20 canister of eye shadow. Perhaps I should take a friend.