Thank you for offering to "help" me choose my makeup. In the aisle at CVS. Not while I was voluntarily sitting in a chair, with lighted mirrors, at the makeup counter of my local department store. With a
I appreciate your offer. Truly.
When I look at you and at first glance all I can see is your streaky red and blonde hair and your pancaked makeup-ed face and your raccoon mascara'd eyes? And you're probably about mid 50's but dressed like you're 17?
I'm thinking I kinda don't really wanna take your advice. No offense, of course.
So as I'm standing there and "mmhmmm"ing with my back turned slightly towards you?
That is really not an invitation for you to proceed as if you're my own personal Bobbi Brown.
ESPECIALLY when you're insisting that I need to buy PURPLE eyeshadow and CORAL lipstick.
(Original photo credit to the lovely Heather, whom I met at Blissdom.)