Sephora is one of the best places that a girl can spend the day. You can come in with a naked face and leave looking like Lady Gaga, if you want to.
This past weekend, I decided to venture into Sephora, with the girls in tow, to see what was new. I must admit, I shed a proud tear that my girls have inherited my love of all things beauty, but on this particular day their interest was quite the source of humiliation.
As I browsed through the latest Urban Decay eyeshadow colors, my girls did some browsing, and sampling of their own.
No sooner had I turned to the display to begin, when I noticed a small person to my left attacking the new (gasp) Makeup Forever eye shadows. She turned to face me and I noticed that she mad managed to create the perfect purple-pinkish facial contusion on herself. It was a CSI quality bruise. I ignored her for the moment, after all she was busy and quiet, and returned to my work.
Next, I glimpsed a blonde, curly mop bobbing past. At first look, a happy two year old. Upon closer inspection, a small Charlie Chaplin impersonator, or could it be...Hitler? Oh no...she had gotten a hold of the latest Kat Von D eye shadow kit and had applied an offensive mustache to herself.
In horror, I grabbed them and ran off toward the elevator. Another shopping day ruined.
This past weekend, I decided to venture into Sephora, with the girls in tow, to see what was new. I must admit, I shed a proud tear that my girls have inherited my love of all things beauty, but on this particular day their interest was quite the source of humiliation.
As I browsed through the latest Urban Decay eyeshadow colors, my girls did some browsing, and sampling of their own.
No sooner had I turned to the display to begin, when I noticed a small person to my left attacking the new (gasp) Makeup Forever eye shadows. She turned to face me and I noticed that she mad managed to create the perfect purple-pinkish facial contusion on herself. It was a CSI quality bruise. I ignored her for the moment, after all she was busy and quiet, and returned to my work.
Next, I glimpsed a blonde, curly mop bobbing past. At first look, a happy two year old. Upon closer inspection, a small Charlie Chaplin impersonator, or could it be...Hitler? Oh no...she had gotten a hold of the latest Kat Von D eye shadow kit and had applied an offensive mustache to herself.
In horror, I grabbed them and ran off toward the elevator. Another shopping day ruined.
Oh my!! How cute! Mom's just can't catch a break, can they?
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