Last week I went with a girlfriend to have our make-up done at a local department store. It was a very nice department store. So nice that I had never even been inside it.
We ate lunch at a chic bistro and walked down to Barney’s for our 1 pm appt. We were seeing Jeff who was a traveling MAC rep. and wizard of all things make-up. She sat down in Jeff’s chair first and I sat down for face preparation work with one of Jeff’s assistant. We were treated like queens and were laughing and joking so much that periodically make-up application ceased to allow us to double over. Jeff finished with my friend’s make-up and she looked glamorous. I sat down in his chair. He took a look straight in my face:
Jeff: *serious inhale gasp* Girl, who does your brows?
me: nobody
Jeff: *hand to heart, stepping back in horror* Can I fix that for you?
me: I’ll take all the help I can get
Jeff: *scrambling for tweezers* I used to shape brows and have in my mind exactly what you need
me: great
Jeff: *still scrambling for tweezers, now frantically* Where are my tweezers?
At this point a full on tweezers hunt in Barney’s was on. Jeff had left his out of his make-up bag. Every other make-up artist in the store was now searching fervently for their tweezers. When this resulted in no tweezers a discussion group ensued about where to go PURCHASE tweezers in the mall. Then Jeff had a light bulb moment:
Jeff: Oh, I forgot! I am in Dallas. My little button is just down the hall!
He raced to the phone and made a call. It was a fashion 911 call to his little button. He returned triumphant in the news. “My little button can fit you in RIGHT NOW, but we have to get moving.” So, Jeff and his assistant, my dear friend and I parade out of Barney’s little button bound. I have to admit that I had no idea what was going on at this point, but it was an adventure and I was obviously in serious need of this attention.
Little button turned out to be a very nice make-up artist at the mall Lancombe store who had worked previously with Jeff. She drew, waxed, plucked and primped the heck out of my brows and when she was done she spun my chair around and huge sigh of relief erupted in the room. I had been saved from my low maintenance ways. It was fixed. The make-over could now continue…
Which it did and when completed I looked super fabulous. Yeah!
Do you know how much I hate it when I notice that I made a typo in comments? I hate it mucho, mucho, mucho. I must now go slap myself around for typing “her” instead of “here.” I’m such a dumbass sometimes. A no-proofreading dumbass.
Still not happy? Really? OK, fine. Here, have 49 comments.
You want more comments over here? I’ll give you more comments over her.
I am so bad I have been known to SHAVE my way out a uni-brow in a pinch…oh, wait, did I just admit that in public…???
Just lurking by for the first time. What a funny story, are your posts always that entertaining or did I just pick a good day to visit?
LMAO!! I know exactly what’s there…one gray strand that sticks out amongst all the rest. the other 5 grays are quietly hidden.
Good grief, I love coming here. Thx for the giggle!
I wanna “buttons” person to come do my eyebrows! I NEED an intervention….but those cost MONEY!
Thanks for coming by my blog! I LOVE seeing new people there!
I’m pretty lucky…my brows have a pretty easy arch to deal with and thankfully they’ve never been too bushy. In fact, I’m thinking a professional beauty consultant would probably tell me to fill them in with pencil or powder since they are a little “sparse.”
Getting in on the picture bandwagon…must see what the little button did for you!
Thanks so much for stopping by! I had my eyebrows waxed at a salon in January (for the first time in years) and made the accident of saying yes to the lip waxing when I didn’t really need it. It took 3 days to heal from the peeling and zits and red bumps that resulted. Uggh! Apparently I am more sensitive around my mouth than I thought possible!
Gotta love makeovers!!!