I've heard stories from brides. I remember how alarmed Rachel was when she found out her wedding coordinator was closing her business and giving her accounts to someone else. I remember other brides who found out the dress shop they purchased their dresses from (Dani, were you one of them?) closed. Hairstylists got ill. Make-up artists didn't show or swapped out at the last minute.
Make-up is one of my all time least favorite topics. I wear concealer, powder, and lipstick. I've worn the same exact concealer, powder, and lipstick since high school (I am thirty-one years old). They work for me. I have NO interest in anything else. I LOATHE eye make-up. I hate foundation.
I opted to have make-up because I hate just about every picture I'm in. Most of it is because of how my face looks. After realizing I wanted my wedding pictures to look, for me to look remotely flawless... I knew I needed to suck it up and get make-up done.
I found this place while researching airbrushing in the area. They were the only ones who did it. I booked the make-up appointments, and then I opted to have my eyebrows done.
I had a couple appointments with Linda. I really grew to like her. I trusted her. And me trusting someone with my face is huge. The whole eyebrow thing was immensely traumatic for me. She did them twice. I felt much better about it. So I felt great (as great as I could) about her doing my make-up.
Imagine my surprise when I walked in the door this afternoon and the owner welcomed me instead. She had laid Linda off and now she would be doing my make-up.
I think this is officially the only time I've panicked in all of my wedding planning. This meant I had to have someone I didn't know sculpt my eyebrows one week before the wedding. I had let them grow all the way back in because Linda knew what to do with them. This woman doesn't know them at all.
I'm surprised, but I actually expressed my apprehension over this. She kept patting and squeezing my shoulder and assuring me she wouldn't make them thin or over-sculpted. She showed me where she wanted to trim, and it was pretty much what Linda did. But I'm still in alarmed mode and probably will be until next week. Ugh.
So here I was scared about make-up, and then bam, something else to make me nervous.
She seemed to go along with my "Make me me, but with better skin" premise. With Linda, I told her I hated eye make-up, and she told me she wouldn't use mascara. Unfortunately, Theresa would not budge on the mascara. At one point, we had a ten minute discussion over how I hated mascara, but she thought it would look better for pictures. Now, after looking at all the pictures, I'm deadset against it. It still looks cheap, and I don't think it adds to my look at ALL. So when I go in next week, I'm definitely going to let her know, no matter how difficult it is for me to express my opinions in fear of upsetting the balance.
At any rate, I felt like a made up doll, but of course, it doesn't show in the pictures. I *definitely* felt more human with my glasses.
I couldn't give her any opinions of how I looked while I was there because I got a "floaty thing" in my eye, which blocked my view. Funny how, as soon as I walked out of there, it went away. Optical panic attack?
I guess I should show you some pictures, huh?
Just to remind you... this is how I looked before I got there:
As much I loathed how I looked in the mirror, I will admit, she did the whole "me with better skin". She insisted on lip gloss to make my lips "pop". I don't like it. But it takes two seconds (read: blot) to remove and add more of my own lipstick (which she opted to use instead of her own... I was impressed on that one).
I also liked how alert I looked. She succeeded in getting rid of the blue bags under my eyes.
This picture sealed the coffin on the mascara issue.
Look! I'm human again! Once she had me put my glasses on, I felt so much better. Until I pulled my glasses off and saw all this make-up on my glasses. Definitely going to use Model in a Bottle (I sprayed some on afterwards, but I didn't do enough today to see if it truly held up).
That little bit/clump of lipstick is driving me crazy. I just want to wipe it off, but I can't, dammit! It's a picture!
After I looked at some of the pictures, I realized I looked too shiny still. I asked her to powder me up. She used some matte powder. It helped.
After we left, Sara offered to take some pictures outside, since the wedding was taking place outside. I was horrified by this picture. >laugh< Really horrified. I seriously hate the mascara. You probably can't even see it. I hate it.
Ah, me again! Me. With mascara.
Say no to mascara! I will allow the eyeliner, but I just can't do the mascara.
When I got home, Rob's response was, Whoa. You look so... different. I think I loved that response. He loves me as my simple, non-foundation-ed self. That made me very happy. So I realized this make-up thing was for me and the camera alone. That actually took a load off for the Roots shoot.
I took a bunch of pictures when I got home with the different jewelry choices. I'll post those soon too.