|On our way to a lip sync contest at Faces Teen Nightclub,|
we took second place.
We were not exactly learned in the application of eyeliner, but we were really good at doing each others nails. My parents didn't mind the nails so much but they could not stand the black eye liner. I would hear my dad yell to my mom, "She looks like a raccoon! You need to do something about her face!”. My mom was all peaches and cream, with shiny blond Dorothy Hamill style hair, and gorgeous skin. I couldn't possibly replicate her look. The only eye liner color I knew was black (did others even exist?), and the only lipstick color I knew was red red red or pink pink pink and nothing in between.
My poor mother, where could she take me to help 'fix' this horrible problem that was my face? She would try to guide me through the 'less is more' approach but I wanted nothing to do with it. I was angry and could express myself through my heavily made-up eyes (which you couldn’t even really see because there was so much crap on them). Finally, she tricked me by asking me to go to the mall. Of course I would go to the mall, I was a girl and I was thirteen! When we got there, we went into a department store called Burdine's which I don't think exists anymore. Mom steered me towards the Clinique counter and asked for Linda, and I soon discovered there was a covert operation going on. We had an appointment for the love of God.
This was my makeup intervention.
I can totally understand why people who are faced with an intervention of any type want to turn and run and say “Are you frickin' kidding me” because that is what I tried to do. I just couldn't fathom that wearing less makeup would be remotely okay for me. But Linda was very sweet--she gently wiped off the smudgy darkness on my face and began showing me how I could use makeup to emphasize my features, rather than piling it all on like spackle. I was reluctant at first, and thought yeah right, as soon as we're outta here I am going back to my old ways. But after a few minutes I was kind of digging what she was doing...some nice plum tones on the eyes, a soft pink blush on my cheeks, and 'raspberry glace' lipstick on my lips--a lovely pink shade that God's honor, I still buy to this day (thank you Linda).
I liked going home with my bag of treats, laying it all out on my bed, and admiring it (I still do that to this day when I come home with new loot). And I left feeling, well, pretty. And pretty optimistic, which is just what I needed at that time in my life.