Trials and Tribulations of Finding a Good (and Free) Makeup Artist
I don’t carry makeup with me. So if I get a sudden invite to go out after work, I often stop by a local makeup counter and get a quick touch up. On my last commute route, there was a Clinique artist in the mall that knew me. She knew that I would buy makeup from her as a thanks, even if it wasn’t the same day as when she did my makeup for me. She as nice and helpful from day one.
But now I have a new job and a new commute that doesn’t pass Ms. Awesome Clinique Lady’s counter. So I had to break in a new makeup counter lady this Friday when I got invite to a happy hour after work.
I approached the artist at a nearby Douglas and asked if she could help me find a foundation that would cover up my pimples. She was happy to oblige (no one else was in the store). She tested some out on me, then cleaned my face and recovered it. She added cover up, blush, bronzer, and eye makeup. But it was not a flawless application. First she used a q-tip to get foundation from the jar to my face, but she re-dipped the q-tip into the container back to my face and back and forth again. Germs! Then she told me that I am “actually pretty, but don’t let it show.” Insult? Compliment? I couldn’t tell.
When all was said and done, I asked her to write down the brand and color foundation for me. I wanted to wear it for a while to see how my skin liked it. She proceeded to beg and scold, telling me I had to buy it now and that my face would know by now if it didn’t like it. Her rudeness turned me off from returning. And my face? It didn’t like the makeup. By the end of the night my face looked caked and greasy.
So, crazy makeup lady, thanks for making me pretty for the night, but you can guarantee that your backhanded insults and pathetic attempts at making a sale will keep me away.
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