“I’m thinking a gold, subtle smoky eye with winged eye liner and red lipstick the exact shade of your hair. And of course the basic face makeup.” She told me. I just nodded, not knowing much about makeup at all. She led me out of the wig room, pressed another button on the remote, and the makeup shelf opens up to reveal a room generally the same temperature as the rest of the house.
“So makeup doesn’t have any particular temperature, huh?” I observed, being rather surprised. Lou looked at me and scoffed.
“Hardly! See all these cases? There all for different types of makeup; mascara, eye shadow, foundation, blush, and like everything in the world all has its own separate case. Each case has its own specialized temperature because all types of makeup are very different. You see, the mascara case is very warm and humid to keep the mascara moist so it never dries out. The eye shadow is kept at a little warmer than room temperature, because if it’s too cold then it will dry out and break easier. The eye liner has two different cases, however. The pencil eye liner is kept at around 30-40 degrees Fahrenheit, because if you freeze pencil eye liner, it comes off easier without any smudging. But the liquid eyeliner is kept at the same temperature as the mascara, but a little less humid, but still humid, as not to dry out as well…” And after that I just spaced out. She went on to everything from eye liner to foundation to eye glitter to stuff I’ve never even heard of, like some type of Norwegian eyelash adhesive. She’s even taken the time to dissect every brand of lipstick and have different lipstick cases for each ‘optimal lipstick climate’.
“Lou, as much as I adore listening to your makeup organization and temperature keeping, Harry and I have reservations for a restaurant at seven and we still need to go shopping, so could you just do my makeup so we can go on?” I interrupted in the middle of her longest lipstick spiel.
“Right, of course,” Lou shook her head, as if snapping out of a trance. She quickly grabbed everything she needed and sat me down at the counter and began doing my makeup. As she was working her magic she worried over how I hadn’t even heard the second half, which was most interesting, because it included all of what she told me in the first half, but all the organic versions which had entirely different compounds so required entirely different climates and… well I won’t bore you with the details.
“Well, how about on the X Factor whenever you doing my wig and makeup you can tell me all about them then?” I suggested. Lou grinned.
“Yes that’s perfect! And that means I can take all the time I need to tell you about my Zimbabwean skin dyes and eyelid tattoos! Because lord knows that my special African make-ups take nearly forty-five minutes to do justice!” Lou obsessed as she drew on eyeliner and continued obsessing over makeup. As much as I didn’t care about her all-natural eye shadow primer made from wheat grains, it kind of soothed me in a way. Just relaxing, listening to the most bizarre gibberish I’d ever heard from a lady who meant every word she said, it was kind of replenishing. Once she was done with my makeup, I was free to look in the mirror at myself. And boy was Maisey gorgeous. The red hair cascaded down my chest and threw itself off my shoulders. My makeup was perfect in every way possible; I looked like I just jumped out of a magazine. And I haven’t even gotten my wardrobe yet. I turned around and found Harry, who again leaned in for a kiss, but I pressed a finger to his puckered lips.
“Ah-ah-ah! Lips,” I said, popping the plump redness in his face. I planted a quick red kiss on his cheeks, leaving lip marks. Harry rolled his eyes and continued to compliment me and Lou on a job well done.
We excused ourselves to go shopping at a vintage boutique and a few thrift shops for Maisey’s wardrobe.
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