Make-up.

My Mom came to see me today and we spent the day out galivanting around and having fun. She doesn't usually get days off so today was kind of special to me in the fact that she would want to come all the way out here to spend a few hours with me having breakfast and shopping.

So we got to Erin Mills Town Center and the purpose was to find me a new, more stylish, and more manigable purse and wallet along with a new belt. We were in the middle of this beautiful up scale mall and where would you find us shopping?

Zellers.

That's right people, my Mother and I are cheep.

We eventually found what we were looking for and, having a few hours left to do stuff, we decided it was time for me to grow up. I AM NOT A GIRLY-GIRL! Being in the direction of business and Interior Design, I knew for a while now that I would eventually have to give in to the horror that is face paint. For all of those who might read this and know me, I hate make-up.

And so off we went to the Bay to see if I could find someone who would let me in on the little secrets of putting on a woman's face.

We found this one lady and she helped me learn how to apply all that aweful goop and powder to my face in a way that would be easy and would suit me. However, she was a right bitch when she found out that we weren't buying and that I was just learning the trade. In spite of her we left and headed back to Zellers.

I walked up and down the isles staring at all the choices lost and confused in a sea of colour that I knew I would have to somehow put on my face. Eventually I asked one of the women working there who helped me pick out my beginner's essentials. I apparently have wonderful skin that saves me from covering it with the snot-like substance they apparently call foundation and concieler. Thank which ever god or goddess for that. The lady pointed me in the direction of some sensitive skin blushes and eye shadows. Having them now picked out I was free to choose lip gloss, mascara, a new big fluffy brush, make-up remover, and some crazy facial mosturizer my Mother picked for me.

So. Now I'm sitting here... Make-up spread out in front of me...

I AM SCARED AS HELL!

How do I use all this?