I was making my way through Macy’s fast and furious, heading toward the elevators. I needed to go to the fourth floor to check out party dresses, to find something I could wear to my office holiday soiree.
I was hoping to find the perfect dress in sixty minutes, use a coupon, get a great deal and check this task off of my list of things to do when I breezed past the benefit counter and heard these magic words:
“Would you like to take a break, sit down for a few minutes and let me touch up your make up?”
The dress shopping was going to have to wait.
I love the look of the benefit line, 60’s inspired, kitschy and fun. My make up artist, Shelly, tried several products on me and I liked all of them a lot. But there was one very stand out, one star of the show.
They're not false!
There, I said it.
This mascara makes my puny lashes look so crazy long and thick, it seriously looks like I am wearing falsies. Now, this is not the first time I have been accused of wearing falsies, I have told you before that I developed at an early age - but guess what?
They’re real…on all fronts.
I loved batting my eyes the rest of the afternoon in the office, feeling like I was an extra on Mad Men.
And the dress? I’ll have to find a flirty little retro number to go along with my new falsies. We’ll see if I can make it past the cosmetic counters today at noon.
Maybe I should go in a different entrance.
|Good Lord - what wouldn't you buy from this woman???|