I stopped at Sephora today. After browsing the aisles for about 30 seconds, I was approached by friendly, heavily made up sales girl.
"Did you want to try anything on?" she asked helpfully.
"Well, I wanted to look at the Laura Mercier tinted moisturizer…" I said, fumbling the pronunciation of Mercier. Mercy-er? Mercy-eh?
"Are you wearing any makeup now?" she asked.
"No," I replied.
"So… you’re not wearing anything?" she asked again.
"Nothing," I said.
"So, just moisturizer, then?"
This is why I don’t like shopping for makeup.
The sales girl directed me to a chair and began swiping onto my face moisturizer, then primer, tinted moisturizer, and blush. It looked nice. Like I wasn’t wearing makeup. I liked it. But there is this side of me—a practical, thrifty side—that will not allow me to spend tens of tens of dollars on creamy gunk to put on my face that I have to wash off at the end of the day.
But I’ll probably come around.