Phyliss
06-14-2006, 05:40 PM
I stopped into the local mall today, for two reasons. First to pay off my Lane Bryant bill and second to stop at the Macy's cosmetic counter. What I wanted was some makeup for under my eyes to help lighten that area to cut down on "the bags"
About two weeks ago I had stopped in there to look for some foundation for myself. Something that I could wear everyday without notice. At the time, the wonderful ladies helped me with some nice stuff from Clinique called Almost Makeup in a parfait color that blends with me quite nicely. Today I saw one of the same ladies, and I asked her about what I was looking for. She asked me to sit down and she began applying some cover up so that my eyes looked better. They did. I was about to just buy this and be on my way when for some reason I asked about a decent eye liner that she could recommend. Before I realized what I was saying I ended up "spilling the beans" about me and CDing. Well,...that's all it took for her to say' "Stay where you are, you're not leaving my chair until you're perfect" With that she began doing my eyes, brows, lashes, lids, came up with a bit heavier foundation for shadow cover and a bronzer to soften it a bit then on to my lips with a liner and a wonderful lipstick.
God, I wish I had my wig with me. As she went about her make over on me we talked about the whys, and hows, and where I keep everything, and "does she know?" and all of the questions that could be asked. Even got into a discussion of underthings and what I like. I mentioned that I was wearing a bra at the time. She stood back and stared trying to see any telltale strap lines. Not seeing anything she asked if she could feel for it. "Go ahead" I said and she put her hand on my shoulder, feeling the strap. She asked me what color it was and I told her because I was wearing a tan shirt, I had on a cafe colored one. "Good taste, I would have thought you'd say white." My reply was "Always blend into the crowd" (Learned that here, thanks everyone)
More than the discussion of our intimate apparel, was the fact that she completely accepted me for what I did without any reservations. That and the fact there wasn't any comment from anyone else about what was happening. Except from the cosmetic manager who said that I looked good, and that I was in good hands, because E..... was about the best person they had at the time. As other customers walked by, not a single one bothered to look my way. at least none that I could notice. Perhaps when they got around the corner they laughed until their sides hurt, but I never received any comment or second glance.
How I so hated the idea of having to remove all her hard work, but as with anything there is always an end to the fun. She was so happy with the results that she asked me if I was in a hurry to leave. Not being in a great rush I said no. "OK let me put together your order and clean up the counter and then I'll remove your make up, just so you can enjoy it a bit longer." Really considerate of her. Just sat there in the chair and loved looking at myself. While sitting there three teenage girls came by to have some makeup work done. The other lady there helped them. The kids were standing not but four feet away from me. Not a word form any of them about, look at the old geezer in full makeup. Knowing they wanted to say something I broke the ice. "When you go to the club at night, and the next morning when the lights are turned on to clean up this is what it looks like when you see my makeup removed." At that they laughed and I could sense that they felt more at ease.
Now, I learned loads of information and I just hope I can remember it all. One thing I did learn was,.......warpaint is EXPENSIVE!!!!!
When she hit the total button on the register, my plastic didn't melt but I could feel it get real soft. Wowza what a bite. But,...if you want to look good, (or as good as could be expected) then you need good products to work with.
So,.....what I had though of as just a simple shopping trip turned out to be something completely unexpected but wonderful.
I still don't know what caused me to "out" myself to her but, by golly I'm glad I did.
About two weeks ago I had stopped in there to look for some foundation for myself. Something that I could wear everyday without notice. At the time, the wonderful ladies helped me with some nice stuff from Clinique called Almost Makeup in a parfait color that blends with me quite nicely. Today I saw one of the same ladies, and I asked her about what I was looking for. She asked me to sit down and she began applying some cover up so that my eyes looked better. They did. I was about to just buy this and be on my way when for some reason I asked about a decent eye liner that she could recommend. Before I realized what I was saying I ended up "spilling the beans" about me and CDing. Well,...that's all it took for her to say' "Stay where you are, you're not leaving my chair until you're perfect" With that she began doing my eyes, brows, lashes, lids, came up with a bit heavier foundation for shadow cover and a bronzer to soften it a bit then on to my lips with a liner and a wonderful lipstick.
God, I wish I had my wig with me. As she went about her make over on me we talked about the whys, and hows, and where I keep everything, and "does she know?" and all of the questions that could be asked. Even got into a discussion of underthings and what I like. I mentioned that I was wearing a bra at the time. She stood back and stared trying to see any telltale strap lines. Not seeing anything she asked if she could feel for it. "Go ahead" I said and she put her hand on my shoulder, feeling the strap. She asked me what color it was and I told her because I was wearing a tan shirt, I had on a cafe colored one. "Good taste, I would have thought you'd say white." My reply was "Always blend into the crowd" (Learned that here, thanks everyone)
More than the discussion of our intimate apparel, was the fact that she completely accepted me for what I did without any reservations. That and the fact there wasn't any comment from anyone else about what was happening. Except from the cosmetic manager who said that I looked good, and that I was in good hands, because E..... was about the best person they had at the time. As other customers walked by, not a single one bothered to look my way. at least none that I could notice. Perhaps when they got around the corner they laughed until their sides hurt, but I never received any comment or second glance.
How I so hated the idea of having to remove all her hard work, but as with anything there is always an end to the fun. She was so happy with the results that she asked me if I was in a hurry to leave. Not being in a great rush I said no. "OK let me put together your order and clean up the counter and then I'll remove your make up, just so you can enjoy it a bit longer." Really considerate of her. Just sat there in the chair and loved looking at myself. While sitting there three teenage girls came by to have some makeup work done. The other lady there helped them. The kids were standing not but four feet away from me. Not a word form any of them about, look at the old geezer in full makeup. Knowing they wanted to say something I broke the ice. "When you go to the club at night, and the next morning when the lights are turned on to clean up this is what it looks like when you see my makeup removed." At that they laughed and I could sense that they felt more at ease.
Now, I learned loads of information and I just hope I can remember it all. One thing I did learn was,.......warpaint is EXPENSIVE!!!!!
When she hit the total button on the register, my plastic didn't melt but I could feel it get real soft. Wowza what a bite. But,...if you want to look good, (or as good as could be expected) then you need good products to work with.
So,.....what I had though of as just a simple shopping trip turned out to be something completely unexpected but wonderful.
I still don't know what caused me to "out" myself to her but, by golly I'm glad I did.