Merle Norman Cosmetics

I’ve been testing my upcoming wedding make-​up in various social situations, including the bridal shower some women threw for me in my hometown. After looking at the pictures, I realized my face looked sort of… weird. I haven’t had much luck with make-​up consultations in Atlanta, so my mother decided to rush me into Merle Norman late on Saturday.
I should have known that a white Southern woman would know what looks best on a fellow white Southern woman.
«HELP HER,» my mother begged store owner Margaret when we waltzed through the door.
Margaret did my make-​up every year when I performed in dance recitals and other events as a little girl; she did such a good job that the gay man I had a crush on even commented on my smoky eyes. She still exhibits a magic combination of classic color knowledge, an eye for new products and techniques that build on said classic foundation, and an ability to teach others how to apply all this stuff at home.
Not to mention her daughter Liza, a powerful second talent for the store.
I might start buying all my eye make-​up from Merle Norman when I come home to visit my parents. Calhoun has got it good when it comes to cosmetics.