In which I take my first steps into a tattoo parlour, armed with some blue eyeliner.
I have a confession to make: … I am not very badass. In fact, not even vaguely.
This was most recently evidenced the other week when I ended up
stepping running into a tattoo parlour for the first time.
It’s not that I have anything against tattoos. On the contrary, I think they can be very beautiful and I always enjoy hearing the stories behind them, whether that be as to their significance or how they were (unintentionally) acquired.
Believe it or not, there was a time (c. 2010) when I seriously contemplated getting one myself, but, as you can deduce, it never eventuated.. which I take to mean that I didn’t love my design idea enough to live with it permanently upon my skin.
My exceedingly creative idea was to get a phrase about The Meaning Of Life en français on my arm. Oui, je parle le français and yes, I’m pretttty deep. As it turns out, it was a good thing I didn’t get it done as a friend has since pointed out that my intended placement (the tricep) will inevitably succumb to age and gravity and become bingo wings. That’ll definitely make for a great accessory in my 70s.
So, why on earth did I end up running into a tattoo parlour the other week? Good question.
Well, I was running late.. and I had been late for this amigo the last time we saw each other so I had promised myself to NOT BE LATE this time round. Unfortunately, I left the house later than planned and then ended up on a bus that was conservatively averaging 25 km/hr, so I jumped into a taxi for the last leg of the journey during which I devised a cunning plan: I would arrive at the bar before my amigo, finish off my makeup in the bathrooms and then pop out and meet the general public. Absolutely foolproof! What on earth could go wrong?!
Except then I got a text from my amigo saying that he was already at the bar. i.e. plan foiled. Expletive! So, I got out of the taxi and quickly embarked on a quest: to find the best place to finish off my makeup within five metres of where I was standing at that present moment.
I weighed up my two well-illuminated options: Dominos or a tattoo parlour. I decided that eau de meatlovers had the potential to be memorable for the wrong reasons, so I dashed into the brightly-lit sanctuary which was My First Tattoo Parlour. Like, Ever.
I rushed in with my regular amount of melodrama, landing on a couch and whipping out my makeup bag in one swift manoeuvre. The couple on the adjacent couch who were discussing their tattoo designs looked up at the bizarre creature who had crashed into their midst.
I was pleasantly surprised by how sanitised and orderly everything was inside the parlour: clean floors, black couches and an array of tattoo designs and inspiration which adorned the walls illuminated by some pretty decent lighting.. which was quite well-suited for doing one’s makeup with. Handy.
Thankfully, the tattoo artists were busy tattooing people, so I was able to attend to my eyelids uninterrupted. The contents of my makeup bag included: mascara, eye-shadow, concealer, an eyebrow brush and (wait for it)… blue eyeliner. Say what?!
I should probably clarify: my default daily makeup is pretty natural and my evening or Special Occasion makeup nearly always involves a statement lip, namely a bright red one, rather than a statement eye. However, I was rummaging around in my makeup drawer the other week and found an eyeliner that I had purchased on a whim last year (on sale in Priceline for $3). My Beauty Gurus (such as fruitybeauty aka Zoe Foster Blake) have always said that eye makeup in the opposite colour to your iris makes your eyes POP! Not literally, thankfully. This makes perfect sense, thinking back to the colour wheel lessons of Year 7 art. However, being the brown-eyed girl that I am I didn’t really feel that blue eye-shadow was going to make for a subtle everyday look.
Anyway. I had tried it for the first time the previous weekend and.. low and behold, it worked! My not overly makeup-observant friend complimented me on how good my eyes looked. For my little experiment I coupled the blue eyeliner with some brown eye-shadow and lashings of black mascara, which helped to tone the blue down a bit, whilst still allowing its difference to be felt. And just quietly between you and I, the best bit was that I didn’t resemble Smurfette. Not even slightly.
And now some selfies of my eyes for your viewing pleasure:
Top: No eye makeup. Middle: My everyday eye makeup.
Bottom: POP! The blue looks pretty subtle here – it’s more noticeable in real life.
PS: The eyeliner in question is Australis in ‘Hello Sailor’.
So, anyway. Where did we get up to? Oh, yes. So after a few frantic minutes of attempting to make myself look presentable with the help of my blue eyeliner make-those-eyes-pop trick I hurriedly shoved my makeup bag into my handbag, said a mental ‘thank you for having me’ to The Illustrated Man and sprinted out and up the street to Tio’s where my amigo, a surplus of wine and a great evening awaited me.
(And, guess what? According to my watch, I arrived on time).