Lipstick

I just painted like a hundred shades of lipstick on my hand that I didn't know I didn't have.

My friend went to a flea market and got them all for me.  Will my future makeup clients know that I get my makeup at flea markets?

No, because I didn't put my blog address on my business card.  And if they find me, they can deal with it, because my hand feels creamy and gorgeous and they will too when I apply to their lips one of my poppin' new shades.

Glosses, balms, rich opaque velvety burgundy sticks, you get the idea.

I also just finished my taxes.

They are IN the envelopes.  I owe a dollar to the state of PA and a dollar to my municipality; I hope they use my funds well.

Has anyone experienced their camera getting tired at a dark party and refusing to take pictures?  It kept telling me it was busy and didn't want to flash just yet.  Ugh.

You guessed it; I experienced this last night.

I exited the party into the empty parking lot and as I neared my car in the frigid air I had a freak-out session.  My job there was done.

Finally.

As a party photographer, I realized, I don't get to decide when enough photographs have been taken and I don't get to decide when to leave.  And I'm usually the person who leaves parties early.

Not last night.  Last night the party guests didn't get tired, and my client made me very frightened either that I was at the time being a failure or that my photos after the fact would be extremely disappointing.  I was on edge and smiled a lot and wanted very much for the night to be over.  Don't tell anyone.

However: I got to listen to some bangin' Bollywood music and watch EVERYBODY (not just the young people, or the women, or the hip ones, or whatever) dance and dance and dance, and sing along to every - single - song.  Sometimes I truly got caught up in watching everyone's fun.

At one point a man took my camera and let me dance.  I thanked him and he said in my ear, "I could tell you wanted to dance by the look in your eyes." There were a few people besides him watching out for me who helped me pick food and asked if I was having fun.

And the DJ was super cute.

So why the stress reaction in the parking lot?

Maybe I just hadn't been wearing enough lipstick.