We took family photos this past weekend. And of course, it's hot. In December. In Texas. We wanted these pictures to look "Christmasy" so of course, we all wore sweaters. Except my dad, who dressed like a Tommy Bahama advertisement.
After a few pictures, Preston pulled me aside and told me I had stuff all over my face. Do you know what that stuff was?? My powder. My perfect powder, which is the same shade I've worn for the past, oh, ever since college started.
Sure enough, my face had melted and what was left was splotches of orange goo. So 1. How the heck does "beige" look orange? And 2. I'm tan! Skin is olive!! Right?? Or maybe since I haven't been outside in, say, seven months, I'm not anymore??
Me and makeup - not friends. Not friends at all.
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