Every summer, the community theater to which I belong, Bergen County Players, hosts a picnic for the members, friends, and family, and every year Eric and I go. Since it's something I can offer to my fellow theater people, I bring the face paints and glitter tats.
I'm generally a hit. This year didn't get off to an auspicious start, though, when I asked a little girl I didn't know if she wanted to be painted. She said yes, her mother said yes. She wanted a butterfly, and pink was her color of choice... but as soon as the sponge reached her face, she got really upset. Glitter, which she'd already asked for before I started, just added to her misery. Looking in the mirror was even worse, and she didn't stop crying until we washed her face off. I'm glad Snazaroo, which I was using, will come off with just a paper towel and a little water. I felt so bad! Face painting's supposed to be fun, after all.
When her mom tried getting painted to show her it was ok, she got upset all over again... and then again when her brother got a glitter tattoo on each arm. She's very protective of her family, it seems.
After that, though, hilarity ensued.
First, what I did.
What you're seeing there are my first ever beagle and squirrel! I love getting challenges! The fish was just something out of my head, an "artist's choice," but Eric told me I'd done a pineapple fish. Behold...
Weird, right? I'd never heard of or seen this fish before! Hmm...
While I was working, though, my young friend Messalina (isn't that a great name?) asked to use my paints and join me. I never let anyone do that, but it is tradition that Messalina paints me, so I let her paint our friend Kenny, who was oddly agreeable yesterday. I do note that he's never let me paint him and plan to remedy that, especially since he has such a terrific canvas.
I think I should hire her!