After brunch, the three of us go to nearby salon (with good YELP reviews) that I found online, Madison Taylor. Last time I had my hair and make-up done for a big event I walked out looking like a transvestite. My instructions this time are more explicit: very little hair-spray, and make-up that's not overdone.
Everyone is competent, helpful and friendly. We all leave happy with our outcomes.
But it's a humid day. And my gorgeously twisted long locks, so perfect in the day, abandon me by night.
The chartered bus that will be taking us to Hewlett Harbor where the wedding will be, leaves at 6:10. But we meet a few minutes early to grab a few pre-wedding photos.
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| Jean, Jim and Jack (Sally is in Spain studying) |
My mom convinces me that my top is not too sheer, and though I hadn't planned on wearing it, in the end I decide it's the better choice.
Oh, and it's the camera, not the makeup, that's providing that very-natural-no-make-up look.
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