No Carmen today, slipping into my office, putting his feet up on my desk, tapping his pen, asking penetrating questions that leave me banging my head against my desk. In a good way. But still.
Today's person-who-came-racing in is Peggy.
She just appeared in my doorway, announcing that the TV people are coming.
Great! I have lots of friends in TV and film.
I'm all about appearing for a shot here and there, a minor character, a cameo.
A quick quip about the state of the union, Alan Greenspan, the need for government subsidized charm schools. Whatever today's topic is.
Peggy sees my mind race.
She realizes I think she wants advice, not makeup.
The woman is a natural beauty.
Melissa!!! I need LIPSTICK. I NEED Bobbi Brown.
Hmmm. I stand up, point at my chair. I had NO idea today would suddenly become so fun!
Peggy got a full coat of of Brown Lipstick (yes, there is a Bobby Brown lipcolor called Brown. And NO it isn't Brown. It's a nice peachy brownie shade with a hint of shimmer).
Then a dabbling of Sugar lip gloss, a sheer glossy that lightens everything up.
Next step, a bit of bronzer. She looks a bit afraid.
Will it make me orange?
No. It isn't a bronzer-bronzer, it's a "hey you'll look a tiny bit richer if you wear this but no one will be able to figure out why" bronzer. A bit of shimmer. I swirl the brush, rub it on the back of my hand.
Peggy scrunches her nose, looks at my hand, which is inches from her nose.
I can't see anything.
It's that subtle.
Great.
Peggy stands, up, ready for action.
As she walks out the door she looks me over, points at my neck and says "Hey! The pearls."
OK. OK.
I gave her the pearls, triple-wrapping them around her neck so the lowest point hits ABOVE the breasts.
Very important. It's a rookie mistake to have droopie pearls.
Now I feel so naked!
And that's something to write about.
Hooray.
*M
Today's person-who-came-racing in is Peggy.
She just appeared in my doorway, announcing that the TV people are coming.
Great! I have lots of friends in TV and film.
I'm all about appearing for a shot here and there, a minor character, a cameo.
A quick quip about the state of the union, Alan Greenspan, the need for government subsidized charm schools. Whatever today's topic is.
Peggy sees my mind race.
She realizes I think she wants advice, not makeup.
The woman is a natural beauty.
Melissa!!! I need LIPSTICK. I NEED Bobbi Brown.
Hmmm. I stand up, point at my chair. I had NO idea today would suddenly become so fun!
Peggy got a full coat of of Brown Lipstick (yes, there is a Bobby Brown lipcolor called Brown. And NO it isn't Brown. It's a nice peachy brownie shade with a hint of shimmer).
Then a dabbling of Sugar lip gloss, a sheer glossy that lightens everything up.
Next step, a bit of bronzer. She looks a bit afraid.
Will it make me orange?
No. It isn't a bronzer-bronzer, it's a "hey you'll look a tiny bit richer if you wear this but no one will be able to figure out why" bronzer. A bit of shimmer. I swirl the brush, rub it on the back of my hand.
Peggy scrunches her nose, looks at my hand, which is inches from her nose.
I can't see anything.
It's that subtle.
Great.
Peggy stands, up, ready for action.
As she walks out the door she looks me over, points at my neck and says "Hey! The pearls."
OK. OK.
I gave her the pearls, triple-wrapping them around her neck so the lowest point hits ABOVE the breasts.
Very important. It's a rookie mistake to have droopie pearls.
Now I feel so naked!
And that's something to write about.
Hooray.
*M
