We were applying our makeup at my house. My mother once had an Avon representative come over to our home and show me how to apply my makeup. She told me that “less is more” when it comes to makeup. I wore peach sparkly eye shadow, one coat of mascara, peach blush and light pink lip gloss. My hair was curled at the ends. Lindy had curled it for me with a curling iron. Lindy’s long blond hair was in a tight bun on top of her head.
Lindy apparently did not have a makeup lesson but was having a blast putting on everything she could. She wore purple eye shadow, black eyeliner, bright pink blush and hot pink lipstick. She started to glue false eyelashes on her upper lash line.
“I just love false eyelashes!” she gushed, “Don’t you?”
“I guess,” I said, uncertain.
I never tried on false eyelashes so I didn’t know what to think. What was Tom going to think? She didn’t look terrible. She just looked a little um…over the top. Maybe Tom would like over the top.
“Are you about done? My mom wants to leave now,” I said, impatiently.
Truthfully, she hadn’t called our names yet, but I didn’t want to hang out in the bathroom with Lindy all night. I wanted to go to the dance.
“Almost done,” she said, batting her batwing eyelashes a few times.
Thankfully, Lindy left her batwing glasses at home.
My mother would be giving us a ride to the dance. Scott and Tom would meet us there and then Lindy’s mom was going to pick us up. Maybe Lindy’s makeup would fade by then and her mother wouldn’t have a total freak out.
We exited the bathroom and entered the living room.
“Oh! Don’t you two look darling! Come here girls! I want to take your picture,” my mother said.
“Oh! My baby’s first dance!” she squealed.
Actually, I went to a dance in fifth grade, but I didn’t want to ruin my mother’s moment so I kept my mouth closed. It was only a dance by technicality. We had to go for gym class, and the gym teacher made us square dance with assigned partners. It was quite humiliating actually.
Lindy giggled.
“Oh!” my mom said waving her eyes with her hands. She started to cry.
And I mean gushing…like Niagara Falls.
“Mom! Please! You’re embarrassing me!” I said.
I looked at Lindy. She was laughing so hard she was starting to cry.
I gave her an evil look.
“You’re gonna ruin your makeup girl,” I warned her.
Lindy straightened up. My mom tried to straighten up as well. She wiped her eyes with a tissue and sniffed.
“Ok. Get close you two. On three. One, two…”
Snap!
“Mom! You said on three. I wasn’t ready. I closed my eyes. Take another. This time say three,” I directed.
“Ok. Smile real big. Lindy, wipe your teeth real quick. You’ve got a little lipstick on your teeth. Ready? One, two…three!”
Snap!
I walked over to the door, signaling that it was time to go.
“Just one more,” my mother begged.
I scowled. I went back over and linked arms with Lindy.
“That’s it! One is all you get,” I said.
Click! Click! Click! My mother turned into the paparazzi just then. I guess one more picture meant one more photo session to her.
“Mom! We’re done. Photo shoot is over,” I said, firmly.