My First Attempt at Blogging...

So this is all new to me. I've been a FB junkie so far, and everyone has been telling me that I needed to start a blog, so here goes...
A little about me:
I am a makeup artist, and I love it. I love anything having to do with makeup-from how it's made, to its packaging, to its application. Everything about it fascinates me. I love a challenge.
I have worked for several different companies, the last one being MAC. I have learned many things over the years, technically, but the main and most important thing I have learned is the importance of making people feel beautiful and happy. To me, that is the most rewarding part of being a makeup artist.
So here is one of my favorite stories:
I was working at the Clinique counter several years ago when two women approached me and asked for a "makeover" (not a fan of that word-more about that later). One was just a regular lady-pretty, nice makeup and hair, coordinated outfit, etc.. The other was a smaller lady, with a bandanna on her head, she looked tired, dark circles, she just looked sad. They were quite an odd pair, I must say. So the taller one asked if the smaller lady could have a makeover. Honestly, I wasn't thrilled, but I thought , "This lady looks like she needs a little pampering", so I started. I taught her about Clinique's 3 step skin care regimen, covered up her dark circles, asked her about the "look" she wanted today, etc. She didn't say much at all and never wanted to look in the mirror while I was taking care of her. It seemed as if she was just going along with what the other lady wanted. She did say that she didn't want anything "over the top" (and for those of you who know me, this took much restraint, but I digress...), so I just gave her a simple, everyday look. When we were done, I had her look in the mirror. I don't even have the words to describe to you the look on her and her friend's (who I later found out was her sister-in-law) faces. They were both crying. I was scared. So I stayed quiet and waited. The lady in the bandanna came and gave me a hug. She had hardly said a word during the whole process, and in the end this overflow of emotion said it all. You see, she had just finished chemo a few months ago and had not wanted to go out in public. Her skin was very dry, she had no hair, and hardly any eyelashes (which I had noticed-but it didn't really dawn on me). Her sister-in-law wanted her to feel beautiful again despite her hair loss, etc. and she did. And I was a little part of that. It's in those moments that my job is my passion.

"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt. " ~Anonymous