OK so you know how people are always sharing their stories about getting fitted for a bra and how revelatory it is, like how life-transforming, how much more comfortable they feel and how much better they look now that they're finally wearing the right size bra? And every single one of these stories contains this line: "It turns out I've been wearing the wrong size all my life!"
Well today I was bra shopping and I walked into this store and the saleswoman goes, "We specialize in fitting people for bras. It only takes 10 minutes." And I was like, "Oh, right, because everyone is wearing the wrong size bra, huh?" and she goes, "Yes, 95 percent of people are wearing the wrong size" and I joked, "I don't know if I want to know that, I mean I'll have to get all new bras" but I was excited because I wanted to have the same kind of epiphany myself and feel and look better than ever, so I said OK.
The woman measured my rib cage and looked at my boobs and played with my bra straps and stuff for a while and finally proclaimed what my perfect size is: the exact size I have been wearing lo these many years. She goes, "Wow, you're in that 5 percent who know their bra size!" and I felt a combination of deep disappointment and superiority. It's a weird combo. I guess it's what Buffy feels all the time.
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I felt a combination of deep disappointment and superiority. It's a weird combo. I guess it's what Buffy feels all the time.
RIO! I loved how you described that.
One of my roommates went into a cosmetics place once, that offered free makeovers trials with professionals. She was wearing makeup, that she applied on herself, at home. She was waiting in line, and the clerk looked at her, and said something like "oh, so you're after the makeover, right?". She, too, really wanted to learn new things and how to make herself even prettier.
HI NILLY!
I got a makeover--well, a makeup application--once from the Paris representative of Stephane Marais and it was indeed revelatory.
Perkins!
and it was indeed revelatory
Do you find that you use the things you learned then, in your everyday life?
My roommates are quite determined to give me a makeover. They're determined for the last 3 years, in which one of them got married and therefore stopped being my roommate anymore, but the girl replacing her is even more determined. Maybe she will end up getting her way.
Do you find that you use the things you learned then, in your everyday life?
Well, not every day, because I don't wear makeup every day, but I do when I go out at night, and I totally use the stuff she taught me. Specifically, she told me I don't need to use foundation: she taught me how, with judicious use of concealer and a little powder, I can make my skin look flawless. And she used a neutral lipstick on me that I never would have picked for myself, because I believed that all neutrals made me look dead. I use that color all the time now. And I totes copy the way she lined my eyes--green on the inside, black on the outside--all the time.
the girl replacing her is even more determined. Maybe she will end up getting her way.
Ooh, what does she want to do? I love a makeover.
Makeovers are fun, but I always end up buying lots of make up that I end up not using, so I try to avoid them.
I always end up buying lots of make up that I end up not using
Yeah, well there is that.
Well, not every day, because I don't wear makeup every day
Yeah, that's pretty much what I meant in "your everyday life". But it's awesome that you do! Learn new things about yourself through somebody else's eyes and without being stuck in yours my own set of glasses, so to speak.
Ooh, what does she want to do?
Um, everything. If I let her, she'll cut my hair, make me wear makeup every single day, pluck my eyebrows and, oh, I don't think I even know the names in *Hebrew* of all the things she wants to play with on my head. None of them never went along with their threats, though, even though I'm perfectly willing to try.
but I always end up buying lots of make up that I end up not using
Do you use others, or just none at all?
I don't think I've ever put makeup (other than for costumes and such, and even that only once or twice, as a kid). I don't speak that language. It looks like magic, to me. I remember once, seeing a perfessional who was really good applying makeup on the face of a freind on her wedding day. It started like my friend, then the makeup lady started putting colors on her face, various ones, mixing them up, and suddenly it was my friend, the same face, only each feature prettier, and I couldn't possibly tell how it was done, trace the process. Wonderful.
