Those were the, perhaps slightly foolish, words I uttered to Colin a couple of evenings ago. Today has seen my littlest man whisked off to his Nanny and Grandad's for 3 days and nights (yes, I missed him the second he left, and yes I probably will shed some tears), so with the house to ourselves and no money with which to go out and spend, the makeover process commenced.
After whining that he didn't like what I have, and that, I quote, he "is used to working with more colours than this", Colin set to work transforming me from this...
...to this (behold ladies and gentlemen, for I, am a sight for sore eyes)...
Now, when you've all picked yourselves up from rolling on the floor laughing, I don't think he did that bad of a job...I mean, aside from those bruised looking eyes of course! The base, blush, eyeliner and lips are pretty good (I think the flash is on his side and washed out some of the slightly too heavy handed blusher application!). I don't know exactly what products he used, but the lip colour is from a Victoria Jackson palette, and I actually really like it!
Oh, and yes, I am sitting here writing this looking like that! The initial brief was to create a look he'd like me to wear out for dinner with him...suffice to say, despite his efforts and a lot of blaming insufficient choice, he is refusing to let me go out like this! Can't say I blame him, but hey, it was a bloody good laugh!
We've got the drum & bass on loud, and are enjoying the remainder of our Thursday evening. I hope this put a smile on your faces!
*Disclaimer: This is NOT my own work, although I did think up all of the words by myself, aren't I clever?!