I'd learned recently about the "mineral" makeup, Bare Escentuals, that supposedly it masks flaws in the skin like old acne scars, which I have. So, I found a store that carries it and went yesterday afternoon. What is it about hair care and beauty supply places, that their staff is so hoity-toity? One heavily made up lady asked me if I needed any help, but then she tried to steer me to another product for which she obviously got commissions. No, I specifically sought that one product and nothing else. When I mentioned needing oil control, she said, "Oh we have just the thing," and she dragged me back to the isle where "her" products were sold. She slathered some shit on the back of my hand while she and another salesgirl explained how this product penetrates four layers into the skin and after two weeks of use, will slow down oil production. First of all, that sounds sinister to me. Secondly, that's not what I was there for. They'd even thrust a bottle of the product into my hands. I handed the bottle back, informed them that I was happy with my skin care products, thanked them, and sauntered off with a clean conscience, while they looked at each other in disbelief. Guess they thought I was an easy kill, and in the past I would have been.
Anywho, I went home and tried the makeup. It's a powder foundation, which is odd to me. It didn't really obscure my facial scarring; in fact, I feel that my skin looks better without foundation. So ... I'm a bit poorer now.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 11:23 AM
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I hate makeup stores and fancy hair places. I always feel like they look at me like, "Yeah, you wish."
That, and snooty department stores. It's like, ya gotta wear your tiara before they'll regard you as anything more than a potential shoplifter.
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