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My new obsession...


So why did it take me 36 years to finally find MAC make up.  I am in love, I think I love my new make up more than shoes, and that is a bold statement coming from me, the ultimate shoe addict.

Let me start at the beginning.  There is nothing that intimidates the average woman more than any one of the beauticians working at any one of the counters in your department store.  Clinique ladies are mean, always using mirrors and lights similar to the lights used in operating theatres to show you things like enlarged pores, well of course the pores are enlarged Hun, you just put like a million candlelight power worth of light on there.  At this point my nostrils must be spectacular.  And lets face it, despite global warming, we are nowhere near that levels of magnification or lighting here on good old mother earth.  My two year old will have enlarged pores under those conditions!
 
In the end, despite telling the Clinique girl that you are an ardent fan of their three easy steps, you walk out there with as many products as you have enlarged pores for.  And you still feel as if you and your enlarged pores sort of tainted the very pretty clean and clinical Clinique counter.

 I can carry on, they are all the same, all these beauticians supposedly in customer service are bitches, there, I said it.

 So imagine the pleasant surprise this past Sunday when after being sick on and off for three weeks, and being utterly tired of looking tired I go to the MAC counter at my local Edgars and the prettiest girls help me and they are friendly and not narky at all.  I was just a tad scared when one with pink hair and an array of piercings helped me, but man was she made up beautifully!  And friendly, and helpful.  And who am I with my purple hair to judge…

I sat on the MAC chair for close on an hour being prepped, made up, foundation shades matched.  All in all it was such an amazing experience.  They really do go the extra mile, and they are pretty as buttons, and friendly.  No million candlelight mirror at MAC, just a normal mirror, normal light, similar to what I have at home and walk around in, made up.  No talk of pores, or spores or anything that made me feel like a naughty child, in fact I do not think the girls would have batted an eyelash if I told them I have never washed my face or moisturised in my life.  That stuff did not matter, I was there for make up, and man am I now made up.
 
I bought all the stuff that they used on my face, and it did not cost me an arm and a leg, and I recreated the look at home without effort.  People comment on how stunning I look, only girls know its make up, the men tell me I am glowing.  Gerhard recons I look like a “poppie”, amazing.  Love it.

 So, today I went back, different girl, equally friendly, and at my age I now sport Russian Red lips, I once again got an amazing lesson on how to do a red lip, a classic according to this girl.
 
So today, this blog is dedicated to MAC and the MAC girls and boys, yes, boys work at MAC too.  Cheers, you made me feel like a million bucks.  

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