A day of “Beauty”

Today was the first day of a brief little job I got through the local paper.

I am a model…….(I’m pausing for your laughter).

Though, they seem to like the way I look, the lady I am playing is a lot richer, a lot gussier and a lot more conservative.This morning I arrived at a posh local salon so I could get my hair did. The stylist and my contact from the paper were busy looking at a style they liked for my hair in a magazine. They asked me what I thought. “whatever”. I think I managed to put a little more shine on it than that, but that was the gist of it. Here I will digress. I loved the girl who did my do. Totally nice and cute and apologized in advance for giving me a non-me do. So , She chopped 6 inches off my hair and dyed it a dark brown. I can’t really complain but, maybe just a little. Let me just say that the last thing I want to be doing at 10am is sitting in a brightly light salon staring at my own sleepy mug for what seemed like hours. Oh yeah, it was hours. Apparently “virgin hair” takes a long time to dye. 2 1/2 hours into the process I am rushed downstairs for a manicure, still being “styled” as we go, so that the jewelry will look good on my hands. Once I am out the door, I quickly have an emergency cigarette before having my ass crammed in a seat at the cosmetics store so the nice lady can do my makeup. “Do you usually wear foundation”? Um, I don’t usually wear ANY makeup. Uh, do most people wear foundation? “the majority do, yes”. Gulp, I feel a little like she doesn’t approve. At this point I have also had a quick stop before the glop to put on my outfit. I am wearing brown high heeled shoes, nice jeans and a shirt I can’t be bothered to try to describe. It was hard to put on, involved pleats/puckers(?!)and came in what may be considered a “jewel tone”, nuf said. Now my face is on and the two paper folks are enjoying calling me “the talent”. This because they have to hold all my things for me and cover me with an umbrella etc. so I don’t fuck anything up. For the next 3 1/2 hours I try to look cute but not campy, flirty but not too sexy as I try to pretend to shop for things like giant shiny rings and $1000 purses . All the while trying not to smudge or smush or cause fly aways or JesusMary&Joseph, sweat!

It is a pretty good time, though.

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3 Responses to “A day of “Beauty””


  1. 1 starrhillgirl October 26, 2007 at 2:24 am

    Heh. Now you have the same color hair as me! Before I started going grey. And before the purple dye-job. But, other than that, now we are twins! Except you are whiter. And taller. And A Model.

  2. 2 ceri October 26, 2007 at 9:09 pm

    foundation? even i don’t wear that, and i’m a real glamour puss!

  3. 3 starrhillgirl October 26, 2007 at 9:45 pm

    Heheh. She said “puss.”

    Whoa – chanelling the KP there!


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