If anyone had ever told me I'd be in a business where bodyworkers and estheticians work side by side, tossing around terms like 'cranial sacral therapy' and 'microdermabrasion', I'd have told them they were nuts.
Me? A medium maintenance, more natural than glitzy kinda girl? Apparently so.
I've seen things that non-practitioners should never see. For example, a Brazilian wax demo. On an enormous monitor above the waxee. Gulp. There's also the ceaseless spray tanning, eyelash extending, cellulite ironing, breast lifting (with tape--I know!), and so on.
These things no longer phase me. I can watch all this AND eat my yummy chicken caesar salad with stale croutons without blinking an eye. Took me a few years to completely de-sensitize, but I'm there.
Turns out, I'm still immature, though. Middle-school immature.
How do I know this about myself? Well, a couple weeks ago I was at a makeup training class to talk to the students about my company, NOT to learn to do makeup. Anyway, I was a presenter, but during the course of the afternoon got to see some cool tips and tricks as shared by a pro makeup artist. It was great. Over my head, but great.
But then, right around 4 p.m. when afternoon lethargy, too much exposure to lots of makeup-focused conversation and sundry other factors kicked in, the instructor began his final demo of the day with, "So, we've all seen how 'experienced' skin tends to reveal little lines and annoying pigmentation issues, right? I'm about to show you the best way to conceal a majority of these with our product, and best of all, how to de-emphasize those pesky nasal labial folds."
Say what? Did he use those words together? In the same sentence? I never ever thought I'd hear them used that way. Shows you how much I know, right? So I blushed. Then I suppressed a giggle, earning myself the disapproving glare of said makeup artist.
I know. I'm a poser, and gave myself away at that point. I'm that immature. See, nasal, and labial..two terms that just don't GO together in my uneducated opinion.
Anyway, I apologized later for snickering, and he forgave me. But then he got his revenge when he made me a fake eyelash model.
Two words. Sticky. Rodents.
Me? A medium maintenance, more natural than glitzy kinda girl? Apparently so.
I've seen things that non-practitioners should never see. For example, a Brazilian wax demo. On an enormous monitor above the waxee. Gulp. There's also the ceaseless spray tanning, eyelash extending, cellulite ironing, breast lifting (with tape--I know!), and so on.
These things no longer phase me. I can watch all this AND eat my yummy chicken caesar salad with stale croutons without blinking an eye. Took me a few years to completely de-sensitize, but I'm there.
Turns out, I'm still immature, though. Middle-school immature.
How do I know this about myself? Well, a couple weeks ago I was at a makeup training class to talk to the students about my company, NOT to learn to do makeup. Anyway, I was a presenter, but during the course of the afternoon got to see some cool tips and tricks as shared by a pro makeup artist. It was great. Over my head, but great.
But then, right around 4 p.m. when afternoon lethargy, too much exposure to lots of makeup-focused conversation and sundry other factors kicked in, the instructor began his final demo of the day with, "So, we've all seen how 'experienced' skin tends to reveal little lines and annoying pigmentation issues, right? I'm about to show you the best way to conceal a majority of these with our product, and best of all, how to de-emphasize those pesky nasal labial folds."
Say what? Did he use those words together? In the same sentence? I never ever thought I'd hear them used that way. Shows you how much I know, right? So I blushed. Then I suppressed a giggle, earning myself the disapproving glare of said makeup artist.
I know. I'm a poser, and gave myself away at that point. I'm that immature. See, nasal, and labial..two terms that just don't GO together in my uneducated opinion.
Anyway, I apologized later for snickering, and he forgave me. But then he got his revenge when he made me a fake eyelash model.
Two words. Sticky. Rodents.
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