Coffee Table Declarations
Monday, November 08, 2004
I have discovered my calling in life and it involves make up. I know that I could spend hundreds of dollars on beauty products. No matter how many I have, there is always something new to want. I like to play with technique and I study the beauty pages in magazines carefully. I could spend hours discovering bright glittery objects and bringing home something new makes me feel happy.
Yesterday I accompanied a friend to a makeup counter and she mentioned wanting to find some colors that would look good on her. Within moments she was sitting on a stool being made up by a professional while I watched with a critical eye. I added my comments and suggestions and the poor make up artist must have been a little flustered to have such an active audience. When she went off to select lipstick, I told my friend I was envisioning a reddish stain, something shiny. The make up girl brought back exactly what I was envisioning and I wondered if she had heard me or I just guessed right.
When I was younger I thought it would be fun to be a hairdresser until I realized I wouldn't necessarily enjoy having physical contact with strangers. I think the same goes for make up. I wish I knew what other make up related jobs were out there and what I would have to do to get one. Maybe being a beauty editor for a magazine would be my cup of tea. But how do you just go out and become one?
This is what it always comes down to. I am too overwhelmed by the process to try things out and so I end up doing nothing but make fantasy wishlists on the Sephora website and suggest lipsticks to my friends. Sigh.
Yesterday I accompanied a friend to a makeup counter and she mentioned wanting to find some colors that would look good on her. Within moments she was sitting on a stool being made up by a professional while I watched with a critical eye. I added my comments and suggestions and the poor make up artist must have been a little flustered to have such an active audience. When she went off to select lipstick, I told my friend I was envisioning a reddish stain, something shiny. The make up girl brought back exactly what I was envisioning and I wondered if she had heard me or I just guessed right.
When I was younger I thought it would be fun to be a hairdresser until I realized I wouldn't necessarily enjoy having physical contact with strangers. I think the same goes for make up. I wish I knew what other make up related jobs were out there and what I would have to do to get one. Maybe being a beauty editor for a magazine would be my cup of tea. But how do you just go out and become one?
This is what it always comes down to. I am too overwhelmed by the process to try things out and so I end up doing nothing but make fantasy wishlists on the Sephora website and suggest lipsticks to my friends. Sigh.
