I’m the maid-of-honor in my friend Andrea’s wedding next weekend and I’ve been trying to get everything I can together before I start packing in a couple days and head back to Michigan. Jina (Ella’s mom) has been sort of “hinting” at how I should probably get some makeup for the wedding. This loving “hinting” has been going on for about a month, and today it turned into more of a loving “chiding.” And then Jina became more straightforward and flat out told me that I should get some makeup for Andrea’s wedding. I do have to agree with her as a wedding is kind of a big deal, and I did pay a bunch to have a dress made, and it is a formal occassion.
Now, for those of you who don’t know, Val doesn’t wear makeup. Ever. There was a brief stint in high school where I wore makeup for stupid, petty reasons (my boyfriend at the time liked it…I later dumped him), and I’ve since vowed to only wear it if I want to. My morning routine doesn’t even include glancing in the mirror before I walk out the door and there are some days where I actually have to look down to check out what shirt I’m wearing. I spend more time (roughly three minutes) attempting to ensure that my curly locks don’t turn into a giant ball of frizz when it’s raining. And it rains a lot here.
So off I went today to the Clinique counter at Nordstrom to find some makeup. I thought about going to Rite Aid but used my better judgement and decided to go have someone actually help me figure this out, as I know very little. The consultant was very nice and after about ten minutes of praise for my eyes and lips (remind me to visit this chic whenever I’m feeling crummy about my looks), I walked away with some black mascara and shimmery lip gloss. I know it’s not much, but it’s a HUGE step for this low-maintenace, no-nonsense chica. I’m even kinda proud of myself.
But don’t get me started on shaving my legs…
