Husband and I were having lunch at Pappa’s Burgers on Westheimer *Houston* when he tilted his head slightly, squinted his eyes a bit as if he was trying to figure out who I was (or doing microsurgery), and told me “Um, you have makeup smudges on either side of your eyes”.
Mortified, I jumped up immediately and ran to the ladies room to check myself. Wait a sec…………..that particular day I had tried my hand at the “cat eye” eyeliner.
Not the extreme cat-eye ala Amy Winehouse (rest her), or the smudgey devil-may-care Little Edie Beale cat-eye…although she actually did pull it off rather well.
But back to me in the toilettes. Oh crud! How embarassing! I tried the look that day and I thought I had it just so. *ooh poo* I wiped off the outer ends of the eyeliner *sigh* and went back to our table.
I always knew I’d never be able to get away with the exotic looks. I guess I’ll just have to settle with the girl-next-door (or at least girl-down-the-street) look. ツ
C’est la Vie. It is life….
Lovingly ~~ D