You don't get to spend over 50-years on the planet without turning into a bit of a....well, a know it all. It's an obnoxious quality, but like wrinkles, hot flashes and errant hairs sprouting from your chin, it comes with the territory.
So when I head to Sephora, I know exactly what I want. My list is in one hand, and my cell phone, filled with screenshots of products spotted on Instagram, is in the other. I've been a beauty blogger for years, and frankly, don't want to be bothered with a sales associate. No matter how helpful.
Usually, I can shake 'em with a firm, but polite, "No, thanks" or "Just looking". But the friendly associate offering her assistance at a location I popped into during a recent trip to NYC wasn't deterred so easily. Not even my middle-aged lady stink-eye stopped her from sticking to me like glue, babbling away about the virtues of every product I placed in my hand cart.
Ugh.
"I love that blush," the yappy sales associate said.
My eyes rolled back in my head.
She continued. "It's a powder that basically turns into a cream on your face."
Now she had finally said something helpful! Next thing you know I was sitting in a chair while she tried several colors on my cheeks. This blush indeed turned powderless upon application. It also gave my cheeks a natural, youthful flush usually found on girls in their teens.
I ended up purchasing three shades. I also have a new favorite Sephora sales associate when I visit NYC!