Which Came First, the Make-Up or the Rash?
Deep breath. Deep breath.
As the photography studio date approaches (studio date, not wedding even) I am increasingly agitated about the entire fiasco of having to get my hair and make-up done. Beyond the mascara and poorly applied lipstick that I sported for one year in high school, I have no experience with make-up. And hair… well, to give you a brief hair history, in sixth grade my mom decided to trim my shoulder-length hair. Instead, she traumatized me by cutting it so short that it was above my ears, all the while saying, “It’s cute! It’s cute!” I was so devastated that I vowed to never let her near me with a pair of scissors again and, subsequently, did not cut my hair for the next *counting on my fingers* nine years. In sophomore year of college I stupidly went and cut six inches off at Fantastic Sam’s or something (a sad result of a clouded state of mind from only sleeping every other night and hanging out at the pool hall too much). Another vow was made. I have since occasionally trimmed my hair (mostly by myself but I’ve let mom back in to the world of my hair under careful supervision) and even ventured into the land of bangs, but a true salon experience is something I’ve never bothered to even imagine.
Now, I’m going to admit, it’s not the actual experience that is giving me hives. It’s the fact that it has to cost SO MUCH. And this, of course, is all relative. Some women love being pampered and see no problem with shelling out hundreds of dollars for massages, facials, and other girly stuff I don’t do. I, on the other hand, have no problem going to Vegas and dropping $500 in the video poker machines, or paying Blizzard every month to play WoW. But the make-up and hair, which will be gone by the next day, nay, by the evening! … I just can’t seem to get myself over it.
I’m being cheap, I know. Because it’s not like I booked at some swanky Beverly Hills salon or anything. And I actually do have the utmost confidence in the lady I chose to do my make-up and hair. I’ve seen her portfolio, talked with her on the phone, and truly do believe that she’ll make the experience pleasant for me. And really, I think she deserves whatever she’s charging.
It’s just me. This is just so difficult for me. And then here I am, scouring through magazines looking for pictures of hair to show her and I don’t really know what I’m doing! And I’m supposed to bring pictures of me wearing make-up, which, of course, I don’t have because I don’t wear any! And the thought of having to go so early, and then hoofing it all the way to Laguna Beach to meet our photographer… *sigh* I’m so exhausted.
I should look on the bright side. I will probably look the most beautiful on that day than I’ll ever look. (Because I’m totally going simple on the wedding day. Self and/or friend applied make-up and hair only.) And, even though the make-up will wash off in the evening, the look will be preserved into a lovely portrait for all eternity. And I get to wear my gown more than once.
Deep breath.
Ugh.
