Ladies, do you trust the seemingly gay guy behind the brand-name cosmetics counter at the upscale department store? I have always believed I could, even should, trust him. The ladies there, not so much. Until today, anyway.
Yesterday I made a Major Cosmetics Shopping trip to Grand Rapids. All my cosmetics were so incredibly (and unsafely) old that I threw them out when we made the move here. I have tried a few drugstore brands during this year following the move, but found them unsatisfactory. So hypoallergenic Brand Name it had to be. My skin is sensitive, and I think what mine senses is price tags – meet the price minimum or it will turn brilliant red, break out in a rash, and peel.
Ever since my hair has become almost entirely grey I have had a hard time choosing cosmetic shades. The old trusty colors don’t work so well. And when I arrived at the Brand Name counter, I found that the few shades that did still work were discontinued. I put myself into what I assumed were the capable hands of Seemingly Gay Guy behind the counter. And I accepted his choices of shade for me, after telling him I preferred soft roses and pinks.
This morning I
played with my new toys applied my new products, and I hate every single color. They are all brown-based shades. Plum-tinted brown blusher. Brown-tinted violet eyeshadow. Browned plum lipliner and lipstick. Brownish-violet eyeliner. Have I mentioned yet that I hate, hate, hate brown makeup? Seemingly Gay Dude was not even able to look at my pink-alabaster skin and choose the right shade of powder! No, he gave me a shade of powder that goes on darker than I am when I am suntanned, with not a touch of my natural pink. Worse, he gave me 2 products that were not even the ones I requested.
It’s not that it doesn’t look okay. Jim likes it. But it’s a very made-up look, a fakey-tan look that is using the colors that might be natural on somebody with skin 3 shades darker than mine. I hate it, and now I have to drop yet another 3 figure sum of money on replacement shades that I do like.