Picture this, if you will: I am strolling through Neimans in Dallas, just all sorts of happy because I had discovered the Tom Ford counter and made a large purchase, when I am suddenly accosted by a man who swore he had, in his very possession, the "best concealer in the world."
Now, I've heard a lot of claims about a lot of makeup. So of course my reaction is one of laughter - really? Is it really, really the best concealer ever? Truly?
So I settled myself into his chair and proceeded to let him work his magic.
And beauties, it was MAGIC. The fine laugh lines under my eyes? Gone. Dark circles from too much rum and coke the night before? Gone. Puffy eyes from sleeping on unfamiliar hotel pillows that I'm allergic to? Gone.
My holy grail of concealers:

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