I have an ability to move through the beauty section of Department Stores unhindered, beautified women don’t leap into my path spraying fragrance. I’m not sure if it’s my lack of make-up or scruffy demeanor. I’m usually short of time anyway, so maybe they recognise a woman on the brink of ‘should be somewhere else’. Yesterday, I carved an hour out of the day and went and hung around in the beauty section. It took me a couple of attempts but eventually they seemed to recognize my standing still and starring quizzically equated to a need for customer service. I repeated this process in two separate department stores; there is something about me.
My life needs glam. I’m going to a wedding in a field. I heard someone on the Chris Evan’s show (should I admit that?) say a survey found that women spend more time shopping to an outfit to wear to a wedding that they for a first date. I could have been that survey. I have spent hours on-line shopping for the perfect outfit. Two outfits arrived, two outfits got sent back. Finally, despite the wonderful suggestions I received on twitter, I have opted for a khaki green maxi dress, mostly because I think the length will kept me warm (I fear the cold like other people fear the bogey man). Khaki I can accessorize with my eyes, it was cheap and therefore suitable for whatever the field might throw at it.
A lot of the guests are camping and I very much expect ‘jeans’ to be a big trend at this event. But I still need something extra. Someone suggested a new lipstick. What a good idea. I love beauty products, however, it’s a sort of dichotomy. I avoid the beauty product vortex, because I get sucked in. Then it sits in a drawer, unused. This is not an effective use of resources, the planets or mine. So there I am hanging about in the beauty section. Since the lipstick seed was planted it’s grown to enoromous Jack in the Beanstalk proportions in my mind. This lipstick is going to transform
my life my face. Having read glossy mags in the hairdressers. I have a vague idea that yellow nail varnish is hip this season, but that’s not much of a starting point. There are a bewildering number of types before we even get to shade, that’s just lipstick, can’t even focus on other stuff.
Having abandoned one counter for being ignored, I find another with less choice, some hanging about and eventually I waste a woman’s time for a bit, allowing her to carefully paint on colours, ‘using my natural lip colour as a starting point’, which I don’t feel the need to purchase as I have it, naturally. I try elsewhere. By now I’m clock watching, it’s the brink of ‘should be somewhere else’ situation. A girl with enormous false eye lashes, finds me two colours. I ask if they go with my skin tone but apparently skin tone doesn’t matter. Bewildered face. Indecision. I buy two lipsticks, which look different but when I get home seemingly the same on.
But isn’t the packaging great?
I am confident I am transformed and one will match the maxi. In the meantime, any suggestions for finding the perfect colour gratefully received, maybe I need more blusher? I’m currently in the vortex.
As for work. That rumbles on. Am taking my newly glamorous lips on holiday next week, I will report back after that.