Chanel rouge lipstick comes/cons home
Last week, I was due for a little pick-me-up celebration and before I knew it, I became the owner of the ultimate in decadent beauty stuffs: Chanel lipstick.
Maybe to you fancy folks Chanel lipstick is a way of life, not a guilt-ridden expenditure. Well, over here where product freebies flow nicely from season to season thanks to this amazing little blogging adventure, it seems almost ridic to spend hard-earned cash on stuff we get at no cost. Even if I never get freebie Chanel anything.
And although I’d love to say I went out and treated myself and walked away victoriously with my head held high- well, my little (big) Chanel purchase was a kind of a con.
And so behold- Chanel rouge lipstick in Hyde Park. Spring’s new colour and my very guilty pleasure.
Now, what I’m calling a con is really just a spring customer event at Holt Renfrew where I was treated to a free Chanel manicure (looked amazing!) and then the makeup application. I arrived at Holt Renfrew last Friday night with my hair in a slick pompadour (that I did myself), in a hot little fetish-inspired outfit (read: black & tight,- glossy liquid leggings, see-through tee, and wide leather belt with a few zippers) perfect for the Korean video dance party I’d be attending later on after dinner with my Festive Friday date.
Wearing not a speck of makeup since the event promised makeup and mani, it was definitely time I got my face did and I sat in the high chair next to a counter brimming with Chanel everything, and the makeup artist looked at me and then presented me with the choice of three lip colour and a gloss.
Me: “Um, yeah they’re all really pretty. I don’t know which one to pick. Shouldn’t we do the other makeup first?”
Chanelist: “No- for the makeup you get the lips only. You only get the full makeup if you purchase three products.”
Me: (gulp) “I was thinking I’d buy one product, but not three.”
At this point I’m lying and it’s probably obvious.
Chanelist: “Hm well that’s what we’re doing. You got the manicure for free. We’re only doing makeup touch-ups.”
I also want to say that there’s no one else there getting a mani or a makeup.
Me: “Well, I didn’t know. So um, I didn’t wear any makeup and I’m going out tonight.”
Chanelist: (not impressed): “Well that’s what we’re doing. So which lip colour do you like?”
Me: “Well in that case, can we skip the lips and can you do my eyes?”
Like, seriously. Let’s be strategic. I can throw on coat of lipstick from whatever’s rolling around in my hobo bag gathering crumbs at the seal.
Chanelist: (sighing loudly): “What are you wearing tonight?”
Um-!? Isn’t it obvious? I wouldn’t normally show up at a department store wearing this!!? And then I think, this is Holt Renfrew, I’ve already seen a lot of seriously dressed-up ladies walking around. And by ladies I mean older women in very ridiculous/racy outfits unfit for shopping. And when did I become so judgmental?
Me: “I’m wearing black.”
I actually never wear black, so that’s a big deal for me. First, to own black clothes, then to wear them together.
And off he goes. Mostly silently, he work his magic. It’s taking a really, really long time. He’s doing it all- eyes, face, and then lips. I feel that I’m looking pretty damn hot, and I was. He finishes with the lip gloss that they call the J.Lo gloss because it’s her colour or something, anyway- it’s a nude shade. He tells me at least five times that I can’t wear bright lipstick with my makeup tonight, and that I really need to have a nude something for my lips. He’s pushing the J.Lo gloss on me really REALLY hard.
So, what’s a gal to do?
I buckle. But I don’t buy the J.Lo gloss. I buy the coral/orangey lipstick since that’s just way more fun and I figure that if I’m dropping any cash at Chanel, I’m gonna make it last and I won’t be eating it like I seem to suck back lip gloss. I also figure that I can probably pick up a nude gloss no problem somewhere like Shopper’s Drug Mart.
So I choose to buy the Hyde Park- I’m feeling okay. I figure $20 ought to do it. Apparently not. $45 big ones. I obviously had a case of sticker shock but I’m at Holt Renfrew, my face is done, my lips are J.Lo’s and my nails are glossy. Everyone’s told me I look glam and I’m handing over my plastic like a good girl. I start to feel sick. They’re having problems with their payment machine- I start to panic- and I see my window of back-tracking opportunity- I can come back! Let’s just cancel! No problem!! And I get a stern look from the two ladies handling the machine and they say, no no it’s fine, it’s fine, just wait. WAIT ma’am!
And so I wait, I sign, and I tell them I don’t need the little hot pink Holt Renfrew bag- the fewer traces of my “freebie” makeover, the better. I race off, I throw out the receipt in the garbage. Eliminate every trace. By now I’m late for dinner, I’m feeling like I’m a total failure.
Well, I got over it. I couldn’t put it on that night- it would have truly been too much with all that face makeup- so I threw on a coat the next morning right before getting into the shower. Why not? Might as well have some fun with it.
And yes- we did just feature a slew of nudes for spring (I’ve already got one nude lipstick from years ago) and I could have chosen a new nudie, but the Hyde Park shade of coral/orange/pink was too good to pass up.
Images courtesy of yours truly except for that top pic, which is from Chanel.