A few weeks ago, I entered a contest sponsored by CAbi. The 4 winners selected were to be flown to Los Angeles for a whirlwind makeover, and then they would appear in the CAbi Fall Lookbook catalogue. I was one of the 4 winners. This week I will be reporting on my adventure.
I so looked forward to having my makeup professionally applied. Makeup application in my morning routine, while absolutely necessary, generally takes up about 3 minutes of my time. Mostly because I’m afraid of the damage that 3 high spirited children can cause when I’m back in the bowels of the bathroom.
The makeup artist was a beautiful girl named Jana, with long flowing brown chestnut hair cut in long layers. I marveled at all of the tools that were laid out before me on the counter. Not unlike a painter, her carefully organized sable brushes were in neat order awaiting use. She welcomed all of my many questions, as I was determined to make this a learning experience.
She began with a lash curler. I don’t know about you, but a lash curler is tantamount to torture for me. I think because I’ve had an eye injury in my past, I am reluctant for anyone to come near my eyes with an instrument that could PINCH OFF MY RETINAS. She talked me into trying it, and she promised me that she would not pinch my retinas. Honestly, the lash curler did make a difference to my sparse little blonde lashes.
We talked about makeup for a bit and all the many issues that I have with my skin tone and such, and she suggested that I purchase a makeup primer. Which is not unlike a light spackle. NOT THAT YOU NEED SPACKLE, she quickly followed up, NO OFFENSE. None taken. I didn’t have the nerve to ask her opinion regarding zit popping.
She asked me what makeup I used, and I said Neutrogena. She gently told me that I need to go to the makeup counter at a department store and seek out a line of makeup put out by an actual makeup artist. I’ve seen such beauty products, on my way to the clearance aisle at Belk’s. I don’t know if this dime stoe cowgirl can pony up to shelling out the big dollars for REAL makeup. And while I’m thinking about it, does anyone have any makeup counter suggestions that they love?
I wonder if the spackle at Lowes would work?
Anyhoo, the transformation of my face took about 15 minutes. It also included eye brow tweezing and a few swipes of a brown pencil. Evidently, I have bald spots. And culminated in the adding of individual FALSE LASHES. Only once have I ever attempted fake lashes, and that resulted in what can only be described as a sickly caterpillar resting on my eyelid.
She only added a few to each eye, and WHAT A DIFFERENCE THEY MADE. And I could not tell they were not all mine. I’ve got to get me some of those. For trips to Wal Mart, don’t you know.
This last photo is the finished product. I’m kicking myself that I didn’t sit still long enough to get a full frontal shot that didn’t make my nose look like it should have its own zip code. But the second the makeup artist was finished with me, I was whisked off to the dressing room to put on 3 different CAbi outfits from the Fall Collection. AND NO CAMERA WAS ALLOWED IN THERE. Because, you see, the Fall Collection hasn’t been released yet, and IT’S SUPER SECRET. But I will tell you this. The Fall Collection is CUTE CUTE CUTE.
Also, I would like to brag a little. I wear a size 6 in CAbi. A SIZE 6! This time last year I was giving my size 12 stretchypants a run for their money. One thing (among many) that I love about CAbi clothes, especially the pants, is the fit, and the GIVE. And you girls know what I’m talking about.
I was photographed wearing the 3 different outfits for the Fall Collection Look Book. And there was one picture that was snapped by Marie, the Marketing Manager at CAbi while she lurked in the background. Marie graciously agreed to follow me around with my camera. Because I lack the ability to take a decent picture of myself. Even if I do have ape arms. Anyhoo, Marie gave me special permission to post a picture from the set. Please take note of the shoes I was wearing. I dubbed these, THE SHOES THAT TRIED TO KILL ME. I gave up trying to teeter to the set in them, and ended up carrying them back and forth.
Y’all know that I’ve worn nothing but Crocs for the last 5 years of my life. And Crocs keep me nice and low to the ground. I’m simply positive that the creator of the shoes I was wearing, while really groovy, was a man. Just sayin’.
I had a ball playing dress up in front of the camera. When the Fall line is released, I’ll be able to show off more pictures.
Tomorrow I will share with you what I did after hours in L.A…..