Okay, so, for part of my Christmas present, David and Sara gave me gift cards to Sephora and I went on Saturday to get a makeover! So much fun! I know HOW to put on makeup (I hope I'm doing it right), but I really wanted someone to teach me a good look for my eye shape, color, what I can do better, etc. I had a list of products I wanted to try out and, Heather the Consultant, suggested some different products she thought might work better with my okay this is boring. Basically, I got some fabulous makeup I'm super happy with and it was a good time. While I was in the store, I decided to check out their Philosophy line of bath/body products. I've never actually used any, but always heard it was pretty likable.
First of all, Sephora is overwhelming. Don't ever go there alone or without an idea of what you're looking for. You'll end up in the corner huddled in the fetal position.
I found the Philosophy section and tested out some of the lotions. I always heard the Amazing Grace scent was the most popular, so I tried that. Smells great, sure. Really clean and fresh. I saw there was another scent called Eternal Grace. I squeezed out some, which ended up being a lot. I only intended to get out a smudge to put on top of my hand, but ended up having to spread it all the way up my arm. I'm pretty sure people thought I was about to start tanning somewhere. So, that was awkward. I compared the two scents on each of my hands. Y'all, Eternal Grace smelled like heaven! AG smelled more like a nice lotion. EG smelled like a nice lotion PLUS something else. I don't what that "else" was, but I liked it. It smells divine.
So, I bought that. I don't normally spend a lot of money on bath and body products. But, this smell lasts all day long and it's makes my skin so soft, which is especially important during this season. My hands don't feel like sandpaper anymore. It was worth the money. I picked y'all up a bottle, too! Well, one "y'all." And I want to give it to you. Along with some amazing lip balm by EOS. The best lip balm I've ever used. Smells wonderful and it'll make your lips so sweet and puckery. And it comes in a super fun container to boot! It's a great icebreaker because people will wonder what you're rubbing on your face.
All you have to do is tell me your most embarrassing story(ies). I'm going to let David pick the winner. He's a good, unbiased judge. And he's cute. Also, you should know I'm totally going to post the stories on the blog, too, not just in the comments.
Just so you're not alone, I'll tell you a few of my most embarrassing stories. I have so many, it's hard to pick.
One time, in high school, Mom and I were at the mall and we were supposed to meet at Chick-fil-A in the food court for lunch. I'm heading toward the front counter and I see Mom already ordering, her short pixie hair a dead giveaway. I walk up to her, get right behind her, pinch her butt, and say, "Hurry up and order, lady!" Yeah, it wasn't Mom.
One time, on a youth trip, Mom was with us, and we were at a Cracker Barrel and a few of us went to the bathroom to, you know, and wash our hands and fix our hair before lunch. I went into a stall and Mom was in the stall next to me. I see her tennis shoes and reach down, grab her ankle, and whisper/shout, "Hey, lady! What's taking so long?!" Yeah, that wasn't Mom either.
One time, in college, me, David and our friend Mark were studying for a biology test, when someone commented that we lose flexibility as we get older. I think it was David that said he used to could lay down flat on his back and bend his knees to where his legs were up beside him. You know what I mean? But, he couldn't do that anymore. I said, stupidly, "I can still do that!" Mark says, "Prove it." Uh, okay. So, I did it. Easy peasy. David, knowing very well how ticklish I am, proceeds to stand over me acting like he's going to tickle me. He never did, but I laughed so hard that I well...peed my pants a little. I knew I had to walk all the way across the quad to get back to my dorm, so I went into the bathroom and splashed water (from the sink) and completely covered my blue jeans until they were soaked. Nobody knew. Except, now, all of you.
Okay, I told you mine, now tell me yours and get some sweet stuff! If you'd rather, you can email it to me at firstname.lastname@example.org
Send me your story by Friday!