Color Me Cool

A few people have asked where my makeover pictures are. So let me just say that all of the girls looked really good that night because all of the girls there can get by with warm color tones. I, on the other hand, cannot. I've never looked good in orangey-reds, golden browns, or tan. Let me give you some examples.

I don't look good in the first set of colors. I do look good in the second set of colors.














Can you see the difference? Basically, I don't look good in any colors in which red is the base. It has to be a blue base! Makeup artists usually don't notice this about me. Even when I say, "Hey, I'm a cool-colored person -- no bright reds or tan, okay?" -- they still say, "I'm gonna go with coppers and purple."

Copper? Did she just say copper? Whatever -- do what you want. At least you're not prepping me for a date . . .

And that's what happened on Thursday. The Mary Kay lady did have a nice way of putting on eye shadow, but the colors were so wrong for me that I looked like I had a black eye. Even my mom told me it looked bad when I got home.

So. There are no pictures of me on here because I just don't want you wondering why I look like I got in a fight that night . . .

Thing I'm thankful for: my mom's intrinsic knowledge of color theory and her foresight to share it with me.