2003-02-12 - 2:28 p.m.

So I finally bit the bullet and went to Sephora at lunch. I'm not sure why I waited so long, I think it's been open here in the mall that connects to my building since the fall. It looks overwhelming or something from outside but I desperately needed foundation and C and I are going away for the weekend so I bit the bullet. I immediately spotted the Clinique stuff and started pondering the foundation choices. I'm one for finding something that I like, that works and buying it over and over again until it gets discontinued (which ALWAYS happens to me, no matter what the product is...especially food). But, I need to switch the type of foundation I use because my old stuff is for oily skin and now that I'm getting all dry and wrinkly, I need something less drying. While I'm standing there, this person approaches me and asks if I need help. I explain what I need and while we're talking I swear this person has a feminine voice. But then (s)he gets up close while applying the make-up and I see STUBBLE. Well, I think, maybe she just has that unfortunate facial hair thing and made an even more unfortunate error by shaving it off! I mean, after all (s)he is wearing eye make-up (if not all-over make-up), has sculpted eyebrows and has sort of a feminine looking Dorothy Hammill type 'do. But (s)he is happily applying make-up to my face, discussing correct colors and knows his/her stuff so whatever. I even ended up buying a blush that I really didn't need just because. It's like a Valentine's Day gift to myself! Anyway, as we finish up our stuff and I head to the register (s)he says "I'm Joey!" I guess it was a guy? Hmmmm....

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