Let me set the scene…
My makeup is lovely. I’m very happy with how I’ve scrubbed up this evening… there’s definitely room for improvement, but on the makeup front? The girl’s done good.
I’m getting into the swing of things and have been at this function for a couple of hours… I’m relaxing and smiling more… joining in with the odd conversation and life is generally pretty sweet.
But hang on, what’s this?
Oh… one too many gin and tonics tells me that I need a loo break. Off we go!
Oooooh squeee mirrors! Let me give myself a quick check, make sure my hair’s not gone too wild, lips aren’t too faded….
You don’t see it? Look closer mi amigos…
Check out the nice mascara smudges… I got off lightly, I sometimes develop matching ones on both eyelids.
Seriously though…for just HOW LONG had I looked like I needed a bloody good wash? I stand infront of the mirror, my brain working overtime trying to calculate just how many people had clearly done the polite thing of NOT STARING?
You fail me.
Do you have a beauty nemesis?