On a positive note, I know where to skimp on the girl's future weddings so I can possibly afford those completely unaffordable wedding dresses without selling my kidneys and/or part of my liver.
It takes awhile to look like this, and it involves a mini curling iron, a half ton of bobby pins and a half can of hair spray. Emma, ever the opportunist, took advantage of this situation a couple of nights ago. While I was playing personal stylist, Emma decided to play Makeup Artist.
I looked over at her and in the matter of a couple of minutes, she had found Julia's makeup and an eyebrow brush out of my makeup drawer.
Just in case you're wondering how this brush is supposed to be used.
She looks a little drugged her but rest assured, that's merely the look of intense concentration. This makeup stuff is tricky business.
I feel pretty.
Emma is now hiring out for makeovers.
