Hair and Makeup

Before the Big Event on Saturday night, Sister treated her female relatives to A Complete Makeover.  There were seven of us.  It took all afternoon.  We were told to arrive with wet hair (shampoo and conditioner, please) and clothes that did not go over our heads.  

This was serious.  We each received a goodie bag of product, just in case. 

Sister booked a second room in the hotel.  She imported her hairdresser (who also does Nancy Pelosi's hair, a fact which makes Sister inordinately happy)

                                                 

and a makeup artist and his (sister) assistant from Manhattan to Brooklyn for the day.

A/B with hairdresser assistant and makeup and blown out hair.

She ordered food from a Mediterranean restaurant, because there was no way anyone in our family could go for an entire afternoon without eating.  We define hangry.  

Only Sister deals with professionals like these on a regular basis.  Little Cuter cuts her own hair.  My nieces are allergic to every product designed for the face and hair.  I haven't worn mascara since I can't remember when.  This

was foreign territory.

We were fussed over and brushed over.  I had fixative on my eyebrows and a fixing mist on my face.  I had a variety of creams and lotions and potions and colors patted and swept and blotted onto my pores.  My eyelids weighed 1000 pounds.

Once the lights went down at the reception, the makeup was stunning.  But my hair needed no special lighting at all.  I asked for a Cindy-Lou Who topknot with curls all around, and that's what I got.

There were dozens of bobby pins, none of which I noticed going in, most of which I noticed when I tried to remove the pony tail before going to bed.  It was cool and fun and I didn't have to bother with it.  It just sat up there, looking exactly the way I wanted it to look.

How often can you say that?

If only we had remembered to bring a makeup removing substance.  I ought to apologize to the Holiday Inn's laundress for the mess I made on my washcloth.... and I still woke up looking like a racoon.  

But that was the only downside.  I spent hours with my family, getting glamourous, feeling the love.  Every once in a while, Sister has a great idea.  This was one of those whiles.