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I didn't exactly forget to mention this: it's just weird.
Before Ellie took me shopping for suits and such, we stopped to replace her makeup brushes. And I wondered if there was something that would cover up this annoying rash I have on my face. (Yes, I've seen a doctor. She assures me it's harmless, and gave me a cream which helps, but hasn't gotten rid of it.)
Ellie cheerfully took me in hand, and got a saleswoman's attention. It turned out--this is why I needed someone to help me--that to cover a red rash, you use some green stuff. And then, of course, skin-colored (for whatever your skin color happens to be, a sort of beige in my case) stuff to go over that.
At that point, I was in some sort of odd mental state, willing to try things, so a bit of blush made sense. (Not that I normally need to redden my cheeks, but it's to make up for the beige that covers the normal color.) And, yes, Ellie talked me into trying, and buying, a tube of lipstick. Very subtle. The whole effect was close to invisible: a handful of creams and powder to cover up a blemish, then conceal the concealment.
Ellie and I agreed that the test would be whether Andy said anything about it, if I didn't tell him. He didn't, so I conclude that we succeeded, and I looked like myself, not like myself-dressed-up or like some stranger.
The saleswoman was both helpful and professional, and if she was startled by a 37-year-old American woman who didn't know how to apply lipstick, she hid it well.
Before Ellie took me shopping for suits and such, we stopped to replace her makeup brushes. And I wondered if there was something that would cover up this annoying rash I have on my face. (Yes, I've seen a doctor. She assures me it's harmless, and gave me a cream which helps, but hasn't gotten rid of it.)
Ellie cheerfully took me in hand, and got a saleswoman's attention. It turned out--this is why I needed someone to help me--that to cover a red rash, you use some green stuff. And then, of course, skin-colored (for whatever your skin color happens to be, a sort of beige in my case) stuff to go over that.
At that point, I was in some sort of odd mental state, willing to try things, so a bit of blush made sense. (Not that I normally need to redden my cheeks, but it's to make up for the beige that covers the normal color.) And, yes, Ellie talked me into trying, and buying, a tube of lipstick. Very subtle. The whole effect was close to invisible: a handful of creams and powder to cover up a blemish, then conceal the concealment.
Ellie and I agreed that the test would be whether Andy said anything about it, if I didn't tell him. He didn't, so I conclude that we succeeded, and I looked like myself, not like myself-dressed-up or like some stranger.
The saleswoman was both helpful and professional, and if she was startled by a 37-year-old American woman who didn't know how to apply lipstick, she hid it well.
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