I'm no elf but I work on Christmas Eve

The so called glamorous life of a makeup artist often sees us working at times when we shouldn't, like Christmas Eve. I did makeup for Bronwyn and her daughters, they were hosting Christmas dinner and this family always goes all out no matter what the occassion. They are great to work with, they always have a fully stocked bar and they never let your glass run dry... my kind of people! .... this is the SPARE fridge, just in case!

Misery loves company so I was thrilled that Shane was the chosen photographer for the evening, hey if I'm gonna work then someone I know had better be working too. And Shane isn't just someone I know, he is my gay husband's husband, Days of Our Lives! Shane and I both invited him to join us as Bronwyn's family are cool like that, but he ditched us for some stupid online gaming thing, on Christmas Eve!! It was really nice though cause I've never had the chance to spend time with Shane alone, he normally leaves us girls to chit chat. In between working we had a long talk about religion and life, really interesting stuff....is it legal to marry my gay husband's husband? Hmmm I think I should schedule separate visits with each of them from now on!

The only downside to having Shane and his fast fingers there was getting caught pretending to make out with a giraffe, and then being forced to pose for a proper photo! I hate photos of myself!


Holy mother of dwarves my skin is snow white!!

Christmas in this house is more fun than most. Even the Christmas stockings are more fun!

There was also a mobile bar with a cute barman who put on a great flaring show which I totally interpreted as lets-blow-this-popsicle-stand-and-go-live-on-an-island. My hands kept being given yet another fancy cocktail so I didn't manage to get a pic of him (that's not a good enough excuse I know!) but Shane has plenty pics from that night, I just need to make a note to nag him and update this post accordingly (don't hold your breaths people...look, a pretty flower in my drink...see how distracting it is, even you forgot about the cute barman for a second!)

So what does a dad who has everything want for Christmas? A piano that plays itself of course! Super cool right? Let me tell you, when you walk into the room and no one else is there and the piano is playing itself you start believing in the Ghost of This Is Your Last Christmas! What the hell is in these cocktails?? I think the barman is trying to get me drunk!

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Bring the lamb to the slaughter

I have arrived! Again.

My friend Janine posted this on my facebook wall:

Just so you know Miss Stavvie with the always amusing status updates, that when its time for bring a girl child to work (for job shadowing) that you have no choice, you will have Jordan with you - my child is determined to be just like you when she leaves school, lip gloss whore and all! You have a lot to answer for Stavroula! (that last part was said in my best grown up tone!)



Erm Janine... YOU have a lot to answer for!!! Tee hee!

Why my guy friends want to be my makeup assistant

All my guy friends want to assist me on shoots. They say they'll carry my bags. They say they'll help me powder noses. I try talk them down, I try explain how this job isn't all glitz and glam, I try tell them that I often work on extremely boring shoots, I try explain how I don't always work on gorgeous leggy supermodels who prance around naked all day. *SIGH* and then a photographer tags me in pictures like this:

*UPDATE: the pic was removed because the model works for a shitty company that gave her all sorts of threats when they saw it. I say fuck them. But we love her so I took it down. It was a very tastefully done implied nude, you couldn't see her bits because they were covered with sparkly gems. She looked phenomenal!!! Fuck them.*


And then my guy friends pester me. They want to know how I managed to get the gems to stick. I should learn to just shut up but stupid little me thinks they are asking out of pure professional curiosity:

Me: "Well first I gave the model a speech - 'I know this is awkward for you, it's just as awkward for me, but we are going to spend the next half an hour or so getting to know each other really really well, and it's going to be weird but let's just deal with it and act like it's normal, so I'll start with your nipples so they are done first and you feel less naked - "
Boys: "YOU TOUCHED HER NIPPLES??? LET ME CARRY YOUR BAGS!!"
Me: "Oh for Pete's sake, I didn't touch her nipples, my glue did. Anyway, I made a pattern of glue dots and pressed a gem onto each one. And once the top was done we both took a minute to compose ourselves then she lifted up her dress and I started working on the bottom - "
Boys: "SHE WAS NAKED ON THE BOTTOM AND YOU TOUCHED HER??? LET ME CARRY YOUR BAGS!!"
Me: "Oh for fucks sake, I didnt TOUCH her THERE! I poured a generous amount of glue, cut a small hole in the bag of gems and literally poured them over her, that's it, no touching. Wait I'll show you a pic"
Boys: "LET ME CARRY YOUR BAGS!!"

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