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TIFU by forgetting that I let my little niece do my makeup

Obligatory ‘not today’ lol. It was a while ago.

I’d spent the night at my sister’s house babysitting my niece (6yo) and my nephew (9yo) while my sister was out with friends for the weekend.

My niece is your stereotypical girly girl. Loves the color pink and enjoys cheerleading, dresses, and makeup. She’d begged me to let her do my makeup the whole time I was there. I don’t even wear makeup in my day-to-day life. I just don’t like it. So I kept putting it off. Finally, on the morning I was supposed to be leaving, I allowed my niece to have at it. Oh man, she was so excited. She has kid makeup- makeup meant for little kids to play with. It’s real makeup. It’s just made with organic, nontoxic materials that are easy to wash off. Play makeup. I don’t know how else to describe it, but I’m sure that the majority of women here know what I’m talking about lol.

She did my blush, eyeshadow, lipstick, and mascara (mascara in kid makeup is basically just water or baby oil). She thought it was beautiful. I encouraged her and told her she was really great at doing makeup. It made her whole day. I never looked in a mirror or anything. My head was hurting so I just chilled on the couch while this was going on. Her grandma pulled up outside shortly after this to pick up my niece and nephew. I hugged and kissed them goodbye and sent them on their way. I plopped back down on the couch, took my migraine pills, and had a nap. I woke up maybe an hour later and got my things together to leave.

I hopped in my car and started driving down the road. I heard the ping indicating my gas light just came on, so I stopped at the first gas station I saw. I’d never been in that specific gas station before, but I needed gas so I wasn’t gonna be picky. I parked and walked in to pay. A female cashier took care of me. I walked up to the counter and told her I’d like to pay for gas on pump number whatever. She starts ringing it up, and I start digging through my wallet for my debit card. As I’m doing that, the cashier says, “you look absolutely beautiful!” And I’m not gonna lie, I actually turned around to see if she was talking to someone behind me lmao. She said, “no I’m talking to you! You look beautiful today!” I was kinda confused but said, “oh, thank you so much!!”I paid and went back outside to pump my gas.

By the time I got back into my car, I was like “Hell yeah, maybe I am looking real good today!” I’d only thrown my hair up in a ponytail and changed my clothes earlier, but if a random person told me I was beautiful, maybe I’m looking good!

So I just decided to be happy about the compliment. I put my car in reverse and glanced up at my rearview mirror before starting to back up. But I caught something unexpected and had to do a double take. I slowly looked back into the mirror and, to my horror, I was still wearing the makeup my niece had done earlier. Bright blue eyeshadow clear up to my eyebrows. Bright red sparkly blush laid on THICK on my cheeks. Bright pink lipstick applied haphazardly to my lips- smeared to the side and everything. I slowly turned my eyes back forward and put my head down on the steering wheel in absolute embarrassment lol. My face certainly got hot when I mentally replayed the interaction with the cashier, though you probably couldn’t tell through all the makeup lmfao.

I took a deep breath and got back on the road. And I washed it all off when I got back to my house. I’ve never been back to that gas station since this incident. That cashier probably told all her coworkers about the crazy lady who didn’t know how to do her own makeup lol.

TL;DR: I let my niece do my makeup, forgot about it, and then went into a gas station with blue eyeshadow up to my eyebrows. The cashier told me I was beautiful.

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