A little about a few days ago.
Shopping for the necessities was quite… “interesting” to say the least.
I have to find a dress… an “evening gown” for the formal dress competition. So, I decide to look for the cheapies you find after high school proms are over. I found beautiful dresses on sale… for a whopping $70. And they were returnables! Well, I tried oodles on. Blues, Creams, Purples, Whites… there was even a flipping rainbow one.
The one that I loved… I mean loved… was this white strapless gown with silver glitter designs. (When looking for a gown, you have to bring out your best assets and either cover or boost your worst). Well, this showed off my muscular shoulders (They might even be a little TOO muscular for what they’re looking for though), and clung to my small waistline. And to top it all off, it brought out my chest… which I am in dire supply of! It was perfect.
I was going to get it, I mean, I was that confident. The sales clerk was looking it over and says, “Did you know that there was make-up stain right here?”… I look, and saw it. I hadn’t noticed it when I was trying it on. Shit and a half… I turned and walked away, wondering where in the hell I am going to find a dress like that again…
Then I had a makeover scheduled at a salon over an hour away. Ha- this is a joke.
She gave me a “business” look and a “night” look (both are needed for the competition). The make up was extremely good, and I can honestly say this lady is an artist. I mean, she turned ME into something beautiful! The makeover was surprisingly free, so I bought some of her products as a token of my gratitude.
I went home, spent the next two hours getting the makeup off my face, and then watched old reruns of CSI… life is good.
Still need a dress… I think I will look again in about a week.
Until my next escapade…
~Never Miss America