Covergirl or Clown: It's a thin line

My sister came into town last week to celebrate my birthday a little early since my mom was going to gone on my actual birthday. We had a lovely day of shopping and Olive Garden, but it was a trip to Belk that made me realize I am getting old.

At age 32, I was ambushed. My sister and mother decided THIS was the year--the time had come for me to wear...MAKE-UP. I have never worn make-up before (minus my MAC lip liner and lipstick which I was introduced to in college by my friend Beth, and even that was more about playing at the MAC counter than anything else). As they wisked me away to the Lancome counter, all I could think was, "Someone I know is going to see me in this chair being decorated by Desiree." I pretended she was Carmendy.

No Carmendy before and after shots of me, just of my morning ritual counter (except not every morning). It went from:

deoderant, burt's bees chapstick, and nuetrogena facial lotion

To:

all of the above, plus foundation/blush, and cover up

As we walked around the mall after my "session" all I could think was that people were staring at me because I was so pink. My mom said I still didn't have enough blush on. My sister said she could hardly notice it, but that it "gave me that extra something."

So the ambush was my sister's gift, and the make-up from my mom. Now, because of our $35 or more purchase, I did get some free stuff. And we all know how much I love FREE, so it helped soften things. ("So does blush", says Desiree.)

I wore my new make-up on Sunday. No one noticed except my mom and sister--and they only assumed because they said I put it on too light. But I want no apologies--doesn't that just prove my point? Next week, a little darker I guess. Turns out, for $76, I could still become a woman at 32.

Maybe for my next birthday I will learn to decipher the instruction sheet they included for eye makeup.