This is a little behind-the-scenes look at what it is like to get THE gorgeous and talented Mrs. Sara Evans ready for a gig. Well, for starters, you can see from the picture above that I have no makeup on. Now, I know it isn’t all about me. However, when you are in your sweats all day and then you go and doll up Sara Evans, making her dazzle from head to toe…well, it can kinda mess with your head. Because, um, well, you are still in your sweats. However, I have an 8 month old and it is just plain impossible to get pretty, or I should say, for me…anyway. I digress…I mean, can’t it be just a little bit about the makeup artist?… yeah, right!
Anyway, on to Sara. This is our little routine:
About an hour/ hour and a half before leave time, or go to stage time, Sara gets in the shower. After showering, she lays down on the couch and pretty much falls asleep as I start working on her face. I massage lotion into the face, then a primer, and then a little trick I employ right as she is falling asleep is that I start to pluck her eyebrows. Evil? Not at all…this is a process people!!! Plus, it will always “hurt to be beautiful”! I can’t mess with the laws of nature! Eyebrows are a bit of an obsession for me, as they are the frame of the face, and it can take a while perfecting them. Yada, yada, yada (more beauty details later) then I move on to Sara’s hair. The funniest thing is when she sits up so that I can work on her hair. She always gets the chills from being so relaxed and practically asleep, and she has to grab a blanket. Well, it’s funny to me. And then she continues to dork out while I do her hair. (She probably thinks she’s “getting in the zone”, but I call it ‘dorking out’)
Is this complicated? Is it interesting? I feel like I could do the process with my eyes closed. That would be a great webisode.
When hair is done, then it is time to dress. Let the games begin! Allow me to set the scene… Sometimes I’ve carefully laid out a few outfit options, from jewelry to shoes, other times (or most of the time) I pull stuff from the wardrobe closet, acting as if I had some forethought to the outfit. She chooses her favorite and then she gets dressed. And although it sounds like a clean and easy process, something happens between the time we get dressed and the time when she actually leaves the bus and heads to the stage. I think I would describe it as a strong tornado-like wind that comes and tosses everything around on the bus. All the clothes are thrown from their hangers, belts are hanging from the light fixtures, shoes are hiding under the bed (no doubt afraid to show their faces), all the jewelry has left its neat little organizer, and earrings are shacked up with other earrings, none of which are their original mates. It is one CRAZY mess! Can anyone relate?
But enough about us! What about you? What is your “gettin’ pretty” process? As glamorous as ours? As chaotic? We’d love to know.
Thanks for reading.