As you know, I am gearing up for the Listen To Your Mother Austin performance. We have two shows on Saturday, April 25, at 3pm and 7pm, and one of those will be video’d for distribution on the LTYM YouTube channel. If you’ve read more than three posts here, you know that I am more than superficially concerned with my appearance, so in preparing for the show, I decided I needed to brush up my contouring skills.
See, I have a very soft jawline. This means that from certain angles (like the one I’ll be filmed from for the LYTM show) my chin disappears entirely, melting into my neck, so that I look like a sock puppet with nice eyes. I could show you my passport photo as proof, but I won’t.
I know how to contour, but have had limited success in doing it on my own head. I’ve managed to add just enough shadows to make myself look like a sock puppet with nice eyes, and a brown U shape where a jawline should be. I do not want that for the LYTM show.
I booked myself into BLUSHINGTON for a Camera Ready, Lucky Stars look. My makeup artist, Desiree, listened, looked, and got to work. Normally, the first time I see a makeup artist, I walk out looking like I’ve been playing in my mother’s kit. I was really pleased at what Desiree did for me, and was very happy that she took the time to walk me through not just the How-To of applying contour, but the Why-This.


Here’s what I liked about the look:
- I had cheekbones!
- I had a jaw!
- My nose no longer looked like a little blob of silly putty
- Eyebrows!
- And the contouring took five pounds off my face
Here’s what I didn’t like:
- The product really didn’t work with my skin type, which is nothing to do with the makeup artist
- I felt like the look aged me 10 years
- I felt like the eyeline was too thin
- I like to line my lips before wearing a really bright lipstick, so I can even them out. My face isn’t symmetrical enough to carry off that much color without building out my lip first.
The big challenge was to get home and see if I could recreate the work Desiree had done. I loved her, by the way. She was very knowledgeable about product, trends, and makeup artists. She was as familiar with the looks in Kevin Aucoin’s books as I am, and that doesn’t happen every day. We spoke the same look-language, and that made me trust her more.













So, I feel like the thicker eyeliner opens the eye more. I drew a much higher arch onto my brow, which opens up my face more. I took the eyeliner away from the lower lid, which keeps the cheekbone open, too.


That’s that.
I do recommend BLUSHINGTON if you ever need your face done up for a special event. Everyone I saw walking out looked beautiful and fresh. There were ladies much older than I being done up for a day of lunching and shopping, and girls who were getting done up for the prom. I overheard one lady in the lobby saying that people thought she was crazy for driving to Dallas to get her face done, but when she showed them photos of a wedding she’d been in, made up by Blushington artists, they all understood. Neither hips, nor photos lie.



Next, I had to address the fact that my face is still Lane-colored, but from the neck down, I am decidedly SummerLane-colored. Tinted moisturizer and pressed powder from CoverGirl (because I’m not buying something expensive to use as makeup when it is only going to match me one week out of the month) evened me out enough that I didn’t feel like a mime, and then wearing my bangs covered up the top half of my face. The hardest part about spray tanning, for me, is matching makeup once it’s done. I am so pale that I can put a light gold on and it is still darker than my complexion. Thus, I can wear just about any color, and have learned how to make all colors tone down. With a spray tan on, I have to figure out how to make colors pop and blend at the same time on my own face. I can do this easily on someone else. You’d think it would be easy to do on me. Surprisingly, I find that I can wear blues without looking like I belong in an episode of Police Woman. Sgt. Pepper Anderson, eat your heart out!
The worst of the issue comes in at the bottom of my feet, so it isn’t much of a problem, but I will know that there is a pawprint of tan stamped where a serious looker could find it in my strappy sandal. If you are looking that closely, though, there are bigger fish to fry than my spray tan. This happens to a degree every time, but I thought I had managed it with the barrier cream. Apparently not.