If someone was wearing the wrong foundation shade, would you tell them? This is a question I contemplated as a I trekked across the street on a cold November afternoon from my office to a beauty department store for foundation samples. In the winter months, my skin gets very pale and is un-matchable by any foundation out on the market, so while I went to the store on a noble quest to actually find something that would closely match my skin, I also went there to search for something that would look completely wrong. My goal: to see if I left my office looking pale and returned with dark orange skin in under 30 minutes, would anyone say something to me? I wanted to know. Why? Because, would you want someone to say something to you? I’m very curious about social etiquette as it applies to a woman’s beauty blunders. Maybe it’s because I’m a fashion/beauty blogger, and I want to see every woman look their best, but if I see someone wearing the wrong shade of anything, I let them know. Granted, I won’t go as far as to walk up to a random woman in the street to school her on why the shade of pink lipstick she’s wearing makes her look washed out because of her undertones; but, if I interact with someone, I feel that it’s my duty to make them aware of their beauty faux pas. If I don’t say something, then they will continue to wear a strange hue on their face, and everyone will talk about it internally, but never say one word.
I returned with a very orange tinted face and it was apparent that everyone noticed. I figured this out, because when people stopped to talk to me, their eyes circled around my face, but never met my eyes. However, when I walked around outside with my new “face,” I was hit on by more men than usual. So, my conclusion is people won’t say anything if you have the wrong foundation shade on, because they may be afraid of overstepping boundaries or hurting your feelings. Or, maybe sometimes when you do wear a few shades to deep, it actually looks good, and maybe eyes circle your face in amazement at how gorgeous your skin looks.
I think I have a problem. I have tons of beauty products. Tons. I never understood my need to have suitcases filled with products is something that is the result of me simply being female, or if I am a beauty products hoarder in need of an intervention. I think I started collecting makeup when I was about two years old. And, that’s the thing, I don’t wear the makeup, I collect it. When my chubby 2-year old hands wrapped around the smooth surface of a Dr. Pepper flavored lip-balm for the first time, life as I knew it changed forever. Every time I received lip glosses, body glitter, nail polishes, and cheap eye shadows, I would store them in shoe boxes, inside my drawers and under the bed. When no one was looking, I would pull out my secret stash and just gaze at the products, examining the packing; opening and closing tubes; and, envisioning what it would be like to wear the products as a big girl.
Well, I’m a big girl now, and I still do the same thing. But, finally I think have uncovered what may be the reason behind my illness. The other day, I was standing in my mom’s room, and was amazed at the site that was laid out before me on her vanity: tons of unused beauty products. I checked under the bed, and guess what? More unused beauty products. Then, I looked in the corner of her room, in her closet, and in her drawers. And, what did I see? A total accumulation of products that rivals my own. Therefore, I have come to the conclusion that my obsession with beauty products is an infectious disease passed into my bloodstream from my mom. And, just like me, she rarely ever wears makeup. I wonder if she pulls her stash out and night like a 2-year old kid, examining the packing; opening and closing tubes; and, envisioning what it would be like to wear the products.