I should not go into Sephora unsupervised.
I know this, I promise I do, but I often break my own rules for the sake of potential beauty.
While at The Galleria, otherwise known as shopping nirvana in the Houston area, I decided to pop in Sephora to check out Smashbox foundation because I'd heard raves about it. My motives were pure, I just wanted a peek, my visit promised to be brief. Scott and Annelise made a beeline for a fishtank (?) and I made a beeline in pursuit of flawless skin.
As I stood in front of the Smashbox display, pondering switching from the lightweight Bare Minerals makeup I have worn for the past two years to a primer and cream to powder foundation applied with a brush (?) for supposed airbrushed perfection, I heard a voice ask me if I needed any assistance.
I replied that I did and told her my interest in Smashbox.
Looking back I think I saw dollar signs light up behind her pupils.
Before you could say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, my hiney was perched in a chair at the entrance to the store and she was wiping off my existing *face* so she could apply the Smashbox to one side and another miracle she recommended, Stila One Step to the other.
I quickly realized I had fallen into a Stila lair and Smashbox didn't really stand a chance.
Short story longer, I soon had a face full of Stila product and found myself numbly nodding as she pulled selections from the shelf to fill my basket.
At that moment the brushed on foundation felt light and looked natural. The lip stain she applied was more pink than I normally wear but she encouraged me to try something new, so I did. There may have also been a palette of eyeshadow that walked out with me too. Did I really think I'd wear bright blue eyeshadow? No. But she told me how fun it would be to experiment with all of the colors, so... I bought it. I think I heard a small voice whisper SUCKA.
I am a weak woman easily distracted by color and glitter.
I walked out of the store, still somewhat in a daze, and stumbled upon my people who had almost given up on me.
By the time we got home my face was feeling, um...heavy. I applied some powder and felt even heavier. I refreshed my lipstain and gloss and cringed at the bright pinkness of my lips. I felt like I was wearing a waxy mask and began to suffer strong pangs of buyer's remorse.
What had I done? Why did I listen to That Stila Woman (no offense)? What am I really going to do with 32 different eye shadows? I don't have time to paint on my foundation with a brush every morning...who does that anyway?
I was not happy.
Then I took a closer look at my receipt and noticed Sephora's broad return policy.
Obi-One Kanobi, it was my only hope.
I explained my mission to my people to see if they wanted to accompany me, since they are such good sports (and there's a Build-A Bear directly opposite our Sephora) they agreed.
I explained my woes to the girl behind the counter, telling her I truly was a Bare Minerals girl at heart and didn't like the feeling of Stila after all (no offense), that I did open the lip stain, gloss and eye palette but not the other items and was hoping I could return at least what I hadn't opened.
Then she uttered a magical sentence, "It's all right, would you like to exchange ALL of these items for something you would use?"
Um, yes please.
I picked out a new Bare Minerals Mineral Veil and Skin RevverUpper, along with two new Buxom (I know!) lip crayons and glosses, because it's my personal motto that a girl can never have enough lip gloss, and I got a refund for the rest. The girls at Sephora were very helpful and didn't make me feel guilty for changing my mind (even after trying some of the product) over an impulse purchase barely five hours earlier.
I hope the SUCKA on my forehead has finally faded.
Have you ever been talked into buying a beauty product you were unsure about? Have you ever tried a foundation that you apply with a brush? Do you ever get makeovers at department stores or Sephora? (I'm not opposed to them but I'll definitely be more careful in the future)