Gosh it’s another girly-type post, that latent gene must finally be kicking in or something.
Anyway, I decided to treat myself to some new make up, seeing as I have used the same type of make up for years now, and I’m not sure if it’s doing anything for me at all. I talked to my friend, the make up guru, and she told me what to stay away from. I had a little look round the internet and decided what to focus on, and seeing as I was made aware of a Debenhams sale, I decided to have a mosey on down and see what I could see.
I started at Clinique, because although it’s a bit more pricey, I have heard good things, and used to use their moisturiser before my eczema played up. I stood by the foundations for a little bit feeling too afraid to talk to the make up women and sweating (why oh why is it so hot in department stores?). Finally a lady came by who looked nice and I bit the bullet and asked for help. She whisked me off to a chair and started applying stuff to my jawline. Then, satisfied she’d got the right one, began brushing it all over my face.
Now, I’m sure we’re all aware by now how useless I am when it comes to stuff like this, so I was having all sorts of visions of what I would look like all caked up. Then she brought me a mirror and…I looked like me, only slightly better. Huh. And it felt nice on my skin, not heavy at all, which is nice. Anyway, it was this stuff
So I was happy with that and so decided to ask about blusher as well. (I do have some blusher but I can’t remember when I purchased it, so surely that means it’s time for a new one?) And I got and this one in ‘Innocent Peach’, quite fitting, seeing as I am an innocent peach.
The sales lady was really helpful and didn’t once try to sell me anything other than what I was looking for, which is rare. She was also wearing good make up herself, unlike the young girl at Benefit, who was a bit scary to look at. I went over there for this concealer to hopefully do something for my under-eye circles so I stop looking like I’ve crawled out of my crypt in the morning.
I was slightly disappointed that I didn’t get a goody bag with samples in from Clinique, instead got a rather futuristic looking big shopping bag which I will never use in a million years, so I’ve given it away to someone at work. They can carry such things off. I cannot.
And people at work seem to think I look nice (although they stress I always look nice, lovely lovely people that they are) and not make uppy at all. The true test of this will be if I can successfully put all this stuff on myself. Could be disastrous you know.
I can’t believe I’ve just spent so long talking about make up. What is wrong with me?
Off to finish my home made leek and potato soup now. Yeah, check me out, I wear make up and cooked something green.