(For the first two parts, click here and here, though this part stands without them.)
After I gave an emphatic yes to going to the Creative Arts Emmys, emails started coming confirming hair and make-up appointments. Yep, that’s right. One of my sweet Emmy dates was figuring all that out for me (and paid for it too – awww, total princess treatment).
So, on the day of, I went with a small group to Blushington and Dry Bar to get all dolled up.
I never really know what to say when I get my hair and make-up done for anything, and the beautician (beauty professional? What is the correct term there?) asks me what I want. The only thing I do know is that I always regret when I get too much make-up, ’cause my face does not hold lots of make-up very well. (Uh uh, goodness does it not.)
So, I asked for a nice fresh look just to even out my skin tone, and that’s what I got. (Yeee-ah.)
Then we went over to Dry Bar, where yet again I had no idea what to do with my hair. I kind of wanted to put it all up, but one of my Emmy dates said he loved me long hair and wanted to see it down.
Then, I thought about doing one of those bump things, but I was convinced that that looks a little too “prom” for the Creative Arts Emmys (watch me do it someday anyway, ’cause I don’t know what it is about the bump, I love it). So, I went with a side part thing (which was complimented a fair amount, therefore hopefully the right choice).
After that, I changed into my dress – which I almost wore to get my hair and make-up done, but there was a change of plans during our Starbucks run, so we didn’t go back home til after dolling up time.
When I changed clothes, I got a bit pf make-up on me as a part of the top of my dress touched my face.
It was kind of adorable, as one of my Emmy dates rushed to the rescue. I barely started saying some make-up got on me, and he flew in with a Tide pen. Crisis averted.
Small funny note about getting dressed – the bottom of my dress was so tight, I had to put my shoes on before my dress because once I was in my dress, I couldn’t lean over to buckle them! Aye, aye, aye.
Once we all were dressed, we jumped into a black car Uber service which is where I’ll pick up next time.