Makeover at the mall

Today I spent some time wandering around our local mall, as I waited for the auto shop to change out my snow tires for my regular ones.  As I was wandering and browsing, I was approached by one of the makeup saleswomen.  She invited me to her stool, and gave me a makeover.  

I haven’t had one of these since I was in my late teens and my mom took me to a makeup counter.  It was long ago, and I’m sure it wasn’t as involved as the one I had today.  I do remember mom buying me the blush they recommended back then.  Thanks, mom!

After the makeover today, I was quite pleased with the way I looked. The saleslady did a good job,  applying products with a light hand and choosing nice springtime colours for me.  I even bought a couple of things.  It was fun.

I don’t wear much makeup, and none when I work.  Ever.

As a matter of fact, when I get ready for work, I never do anything feminine.  No makeup, no jewelry, no fragrance.  I keep my hair pulled back.  I wear baggy clothes, and the first thing I do when I get to work is put on my even baggier coveralls.  I finish this off with men’s workboots.  I feel different enough being the only woman at a worksite (though lately there have sometimes been other women working also), that I’m not comfortable drawing attention to my feminine side.  I’m not sure if this is a good idea or a bad one.  It’s just what I do.

I have been doing this for so long, that I actually feel a little nervous at a makeup counter, or hair salon, or fancy shoe store.  Today, the saleslady was so good and friendly that I know I’ll be seeking her out again if I ever manage to use up the products I bought.  

Which might take a while as I will probably only use them on days I’m not working.