Tomorrow was supposed to be one of the most important moments in my make up carrier in New York . However, after a disturbing phone call I received from my boss two hours ago, I was told the event was today, instead of tomorrow, which means, I missed it. Apparently the people I work with are complete morons and can't seem to get their shit together. The event was going to be held at The Crosby Street Hotel in Soho. Bobbi picked five artist from the New York City area, I was one of them, to do make up for five beauty editors from Conde’ Nast Publications. I was thrilled, and honored to be chosen, not only because I was going to be doing make up with Bobbi herself, (one of my biggest dreams since I was a little girl), but also because the amount of press that was going to be at this event was unbelievable. I thought this would be the perfect exit plan out of New York, and would fit beautifully on my resume.
So, I was in the middle of a makeup application, and my boss calls to inform me that they got the dates mixed up, and that the women had been waiting at the hotel since 3:30, and were rushing over now, to our store, (all 5 of them) expecting the full make over's we promised them. A typical application can take up to an hour, per person. There were 3 of us working at the counter today. I rushed through my current appointment, with little time to clean brushes and organize my life before they got there. I put my head up, and I was greeted by five pleasantly plump-divalicious English women, complete with extravagant hair and over the top outfits. They told me they only had 10 min for each face..HA! Sorry darling, an app takes a minimum of 45 min. This isn't a magic wand I’m holding! Anyways, me, Bonnie, and Lindsey all banged out 5 faces of evening glam for these demanding women. I, of course got the pickiest of them all, checking in the mirror every two seconds, saying, "Ok lovely dear, looks pa-fect, but are you going to fix that spot there" (in her heavy english accent). Yes LADY cool it! Meanwhile my baby is kicking his feet as hard as possible on my tiny bladder, I almost lost it. I had to stay focused, breathe in, breathe out. Her name was Anna Belle, and was apparently really close with Bobbi, and I over heard her saying that she was going to be seeing her right after, which meant her make up had to be flawless. Her hair was done in a towering beehive, which she shared with me she had done by a "ravishing Italian lady at Fekkai". Impressive. She told me she wanted to look exactly like Twiggy. Easy, one of my favorite stars to replicate. Half and hour later, we were done, she looked amazing, luckily tipped me, and walked out smiling, my business card in hand-in hopes of her spreading my name to Bob’s.
Somehow the three of us managed to pull it off. I guess it wasn't meant to be, I have gotten to work with her in the past, and I’m fortunate for those experiences. So, no big paparazzi event for me, no doing make up in a line with Bobbi, no picture, no letter, I held back my tears, cleaned up the area and headed home. I’m sure there was a reason for this, just a little unclear to me at this point. Whatevs, looking forward to more relaxing days in my future. Thanks for letting me vent.
XOXO
Houston
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