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oh no she didn't: really bad eyeliner. really bad.

By Siobhan Beyer

So, for the second edition of the “Oh No She Didn’t” series, I decided to go out in public with horrible, horrible, liquid eyeliner.

Now, many of us girls sport the cat eye style with the gorgeous black wing. Depending on how steady handed you are (and how well you can flick your wrist) this can end up looking glamorous or it can end up looking … well, like I did it.

Uneven, messy, and amateur.

To show off my Lady Gaga-esque look, I went to a local pool hall in Ajax on a Friday night with some of my friends. They all happen to be guys which made the whole situation that much more entertaining. Since my eyes looked so dark and so extreme, some of my guy friends liked it at first (you know ... it looks kinda sexy from far away) until they got close enough to see how it resembled a kindergarten kid's re-creation of a dark faced super-hero.

A pool hall is a very interesting place for girls and women of all sorts. As per usual, there’s scandalously dressed women with all kinds of different makeup around.

A friend of mine that we met up with there asked me if I was deciding to go Goth and wasn’t I going to school for makeup? I guess she was wondering why my eyeliner was so thick and pre-teen looking. The local pool manager that’s always there when we go, and who knows my friends and I by name, gave me the odd sideways glance.

I’m sure if I was in downtown Toronto I would get lots of people pulling over on the side of the road to talk to me. And, I don’t mean in a good way. I definitely felt like a call girl on her night off. She wants to ditch the intense liner, but can’t seem to part ways.

oh no she didn't: wearing the wrong foundation shade

Oh yes. She did.

Editor's note: It's a new column/theme for blushpretty.com and thank goodness my intern, Siobhan, was totally game. Ever wonder what people think when they see a lovely lady wearing the completely wrong shade of foundation? I'm sure you already can tell by Siobhan's photo what her task was... yes, yes she did step out with her face like that ... read on!

“Did you go tanning?”

This is one of the many responses people gave in regards to my makeup this past long weekend.

Most of us are guilty of doing this at least once: wearing foundation that does not match the rest of our body; foundation that is clearly not the right colour for us. So, this weekend I took it to a whole new level (as a joke, of course) and applied my foundation about ten shades darker than it would normally be. I have very fair, white skin so the difference between my face and neck was, let’s just say, more than a little bit noticeable.

So, to test out my new look, my boyfriend and I went to the mall on Saturday to see what people’s reactions would be. I went to some of my favourite stores and got the funniest looks I’ve had in a while. To be fair though, I did look like an oompa – loompa shopping for cute tights in the middle of H&M.

A group of high school girls giggled as I was strutting my stuff in the food court. To take this joke even further, I went to several different cosmetic counters to look for some advice. Most of the women tried to tell me nicely that I was wearing the wrong colour foundation. Many of them suggested trying out a new colour, but the majority just gave me the whole ‘you’re hopeless’ look. I feel sort of sorry for them now but it was absolutely hilarious.

People who didn’t know me just gave me weird looks, and whispered to their friends as I walked away. But I wanted to see what people who knew me would say. My boyfriend’s older brother is one of the most oblivious people I know, but right when I walked in the room he looked at me for about 15 seconds before asking “Siobhan, what did you do to your face?”.

My cousin asked me if I’d been tanning a lot lately and my mother almost fell over when I told her I had gone out in public with my orange face.

Many women gave me the once over and that was it. I assume it’s because they feel sorry for me because they know exactly what went wrong. But the men just stood there in line at Timmies with their eyes glued either to my dark face, or white neck trying to figure out what’s going on.

I guess it’s better than where they usually stare, but I could hardly stand somewhere for longer than two minutes without breaking into a giggle, or full on laugh.