Confessions of a Makeup Artist: Part 2
Ugh, confession #2. Even makeup artists have bad makeup days! Is this true for all makeup artists?? I need to know myself. Because I know for me, I have days that I am dumbfounded. HOW on EARTH did I screw up my eyeliner? I do it daily, and I’m a PROFESSIONAL. Well the honest truth is this: even I have bad makeup days. Days that I try out some new eyeshadow combos and fail hard… and walk around with such atrocity on my face for the day (out of laziness, of course, because who has the time to take it off and start over??). Or even if I’m doing a look that is tried and true, my “go-to” look if you will (*cough* cat eye liner *cough*)— there are some days I still manage to flub it somehow. It’s not a regular thing, but just like that mysterious “bad hair day demon”, I’m certain there’s a “bad makeup demon”. He visits all houses, even the pros! I swear it.
So, there’s another one for ya. We are people too, and get visits from those pesky bad makeup demons from time to time!
Can I get an AMEN from any artists out there?!
Confessions of a Makeup Artist: Part 1
Okay, so a new series has emerged. I’ve called it “Confessions of a Makeup Artist” and it’s going to be little snippets into the brain of, well, a Makeup Artist. It’s going to be sort of a filler series, one that is ongoing but not consistent to any time frame. I tread lightly on this topic because there’s always the fear that it’s not all Makeup Artists who think these things and that I’m just weird through and through. But I might be okay with that as well.
My first confession is this. I have a tendency to sort of space out in conversations with my husband… I know what you’re thinking, that’s not a Makeup Artist problem. But, there’s more. It’s not because I’m spacey in general (which I don’t know, might be true too), it’s because I can’t help but to analyze and envision how perfect his eyes would be for makeup!! He has wonderful blueish hazel eyes and the shape of his eyelids would hold such wonderful amounts of eye shadow… not to mention his lips are perfect for lipstick! Just a little bit of color… Um… then I realize I’m being weird. Sometimes he even catches me and he’s like, “What are you… oh my God STOP!!” And then I giggle and he rolls his eyes. Boy, am I thankful for such a loving, secure husband.
But oh, if he were a woman, all the things I would do with his face… then I realize how very, very creepy that is. And wrong.
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So there you have it. A sneak peak into the brain of a Makeup Artist. Sorry Hubs <3. Makeup Artist problems…