So yesterday, I met up with Amber, who was in town visiting the parental units. Before heading to St. Stephen’s Green – a little brasserie around the corner from my apartment (they have the yummiest hummus) – we stopped at my neighborhood bodega so that I could hit up the ATM (or MAC machine, as we say in these parts). As we’re walking out of the store, the owner looks at me strangely before saying, “Something’s different about you. Oh, I know…you’re wearing makeup.” OMG! I’d been outed by the bodega lady…and in front of a fellow beauty blogger, to boot. Amber thought it was HILAR.
You see – like many beauty editors, I’m too busy (lazy) to wear a full face of makeup on the regular. So 9 times out of 10, I’m walking around with a nekkid face, save for mascara and lipgloss. But when I do wear makeup, I get the most wide-eyed stares and confusion ensues…like it’s the big reveal at the end of an eppy of Extreme Makeover.
Makes me wonder just how busted I must look 90 percent of the time. Ugh…I shudder to think.
Any other lazy makeup lovers out there?