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ladysprite) wrote2006-02-16 05:20 pm
ladysprite) wrote2006-02-16 05:20 pm
Eye Owe You
So last night was the Big Deal Photo Shoot for the Boston Babydolls, the fabulous burlesque troupe that my snake and I shall soon be performing with. It actually turned out to be a lot of fun, if not quite what I was expecting. Either way, we both survived, and everyone seemed to like Orpheus and at least tolerate me.
There were professional hair and makeup people at the studio, for the purpose of turning us from mild-mannered engineers, veterinarians, and office-workers-by-day into Spangled Hussies Of The Night, which was a fascinating transformation to watch. My own razor-straight, thread-fine hair was teased, coaxed, and shellacked into an utterly amazing confection of pincurls and cascading spirals, which amazed and amused me endlessly.
In fact, I was so intrigued by the spectacle of my own hair that I utterly failed to notice that the makeup girl apparently drew my eyeliner on with a Sharpie instead of an eye pencil. At least, that is the only logical explanation I can come up with for the fact that nearly 24 hours later, after washing my face half a dozen times, showering twice, and scrubbing myself almost raw, I am still wearing more eyeliner right now than I have cumulatively in my entire previous life.
It's not too bad, honestly - the repeated washings have removed the rest of the eyeshadow, so I no longer look like a poster girl for the Battered Raccoons Shelter. On the other hand, given my already disproportionately big eyes and the magnifying effect of my glasses, I now look like I'm permanently surprised.
At least I won't have to put any more on for quite some time.....
There were professional hair and makeup people at the studio, for the purpose of turning us from mild-mannered engineers, veterinarians, and office-workers-by-day into Spangled Hussies Of The Night, which was a fascinating transformation to watch. My own razor-straight, thread-fine hair was teased, coaxed, and shellacked into an utterly amazing confection of pincurls and cascading spirals, which amazed and amused me endlessly.
In fact, I was so intrigued by the spectacle of my own hair that I utterly failed to notice that the makeup girl apparently drew my eyeliner on with a Sharpie instead of an eye pencil. At least, that is the only logical explanation I can come up with for the fact that nearly 24 hours later, after washing my face half a dozen times, showering twice, and scrubbing myself almost raw, I am still wearing more eyeliner right now than I have cumulatively in my entire previous life.
It's not too bad, honestly - the repeated washings have removed the rest of the eyeshadow, so I no longer look like a poster girl for the Battered Raccoons Shelter. On the other hand, given my already disproportionately big eyes and the magnifying effect of my glasses, I now look like I'm permanently surprised.
At least I won't have to put any more on for quite some time.....
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Are you absolutely certain you want to see pictures of me with a burlesque troupe? :)
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t'was lovely to see you m'dear.
Have you any Mary K eye makeup remover? If anything will get it off, that will. If it's still on tomorrow, mail me a paniced email and I will bring some to Chocolate MermaidLady day if you are going - on Saturday.
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Anything oily - salad oil works in a pinch. Then soap, you know, to get the salad oil out of one's eyes.
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We're a rather small, overlappy community out here. :)
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Seems to have come off or toned down by now at least :)
--Stephen