Here are the top 3 entries for the Beauty Giveaway--cast your vote for the winner!
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Entry #1 from Julie:
One of my best friends, Jeannette, asked me to do her wedding makeup. I was so honored -- and really excited and scared. I wanted to make sure her makeup was perfect! I used UDPP on her eyes, Lancome waterproof mascara, and various golden-toned MAC eye shadows. I finished with Lancome Juicy tube on her lips with a subtle Lancome lip liner. She was gorgeous -- even the wedding photographer commented on how radiant she looked.
The wedding was outdoors in late August. It was a gorgeous sunny day, but really, really hot. Jeannette and her husband had a traditional Mexica (pronounced me-shee-ka) ceremony, which meant that the ceremony itself was followed by about an hour of really intense Aztec dancing. I was well-prepared and had my makeup bag ready, because I was certain that afterwards, she would need a touchup or potentially even a complete re-do of her makeup.
They were about 30 minutes into their dancing, when it started POURING out of nowhere! It took everyone by surprise -- big, fat, heavy late-summer thunderstorm drops. True to tradition, Jeannette and her dancers kept dancing for another hour (!!), even though they were soaked through and through.
Here's the best part -- when they finally stopped dancing, I got my makeup stuff together, and after seeing how all the other dancers' mascara had streaked down their cheeks from the rain, I expected the worst. But when Jeannette walked up, her makeup was still flawless! I swear! Her hair was dripping wet, her wedding dress was soaked, but her face still looked radiant, and her eyeliner, shadow, and mascara were still perfect. All she needed was lip gloss.
Jeannette's wedding was absolutely gorgeous. Her photos were fabulous. And I thought to myself, "Sweet Jesus. I am a makeup goddess."
Entry #2 from Trudi:
The story I'm about to describe was one of the most humiliating instances of my life and because of it I've started using only powder foundation. I was on a blind date with this guy at a fancy restaurant (btw, my friend hooked us up). Somewhere in between I decided to go adjust my makeup in the bathroom. Wrong idea. The first thing I did was take out my foundation, which was liquid by the way, and uncap it. My hand accidentally slipped, sending the cap straight to the floor. I bent down to pick up the cap and right at that moment I happened to simultaneously knock over my foundation. When I got up, cap in hand, I was shocked to see a huge brown stain on the back of my once entirely white dress. It was from the spilled liquid foundation. I tried washing it out, but that wouldn't work. In fact, it only made it look worse.
By the time I was done trying to rub out the stain about ten minutes had passed since I entered the bathroom. Then, I suddenly realized that if I stepped outside everyone would think I did a number 2 on myself because of the humongous brown stain and long amount of time I spent in the bathroom. I decided to spare myself the embarrassment, so I climbed out the bathroom window. Thankfully, no one was outside the restaurant to see my "stained" dress. The worst parts of this experience were that my date was totally hot (I never got to see him again) and that I was wearing the dress that belonged to my friend that hooked us up on the date. When I got home, I was given the task of explaining what happened to the dress to her. I ended up paying for it. Ouch. Now you can understand why I've eliminated liquid foundation from my makeup bag. This has saved me from a great deal of bad luck on dates!
Entry #3 from Ash:
When I was a kid, I wasn't popular... at all, really. I was teased, had things thrown at me, was beaten up, called names - I was so depressed that every time my mom would open my bedroom door, she'd sigh a relief that I hadn't killed myself. It was a very, very, very dark time in my life.
One day, I was cleaning out her side-table looking for the calculator, and I found a Sephora catalog. What's this? The makeup's so bright, and pretty, and colorful, and all over the place! I know it sounds ridiculous, but, it gave me a little spark of hope.
So, on my mother's next trip to Sephora, I tagged along. I was maybe 13 at this point, and the only makeup I wore was nail polish and lipbalm. I started playing with Urban Decay, because their nailpolishes seemed so unique and funky.
Eventually, I was pulled out of public school because I couldn't mentally take it anymore. However, I did start accumulating a large collection of high-end beauty products. To this day, it's therapeudic for me.
Whenever my stepdad's drinking gets out of hand and he starts calling me names, I go online and buy something. Soap or scrubs from Villainess.net, perfume, eyeliner, eyeshadow, lipgloss, face stuff from MyChelle.. Anything, really. My boyfriend only noticed how big of an impact this stuff had on me when we were in a department store and I was bouncing around like a kid in a candy store when we got near the makeup department. Before, he hadn't thought much of the insane numbers of bottles, tubes, jars, and tubs around me at all times.
So, basically, regardless of what some people think of beauty products, it saves my sanity every time I need it to - and that is why I love it.
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