It's Friday. What can I say...

I’m pretty sure I’m missing the part of the brain that allows one to apply eyeliner. After many attempts, I went to the master –Tessa patiently gave me a few tips. But no. Still can’t do it. I end up looking like a drunk hooker, all smeary and crooked, like I should stagger out to the corner in my leopard print mini skirt and stilettos hoping for a blind (or desperate) politician to roll by in his window-darkened limo. I met someone recently who had THE most perfect eyeliner. I was fascinated by the smooth, straight lines. After further contemplation though, I’m beginning to wonder if that wasn’t permanent makeup. You know- the procedure they politely call permanent cosmetics or dermapigmentation. Don’t kid yourself. It’s really just a tattoo. I’m thinking of trying it.