Sorry, no autographs, no photos, please..... NOT!

I don't know what it is like to be famous, but it must be at least ten-fold of what I go through on occasion.  Performing as many shows as I have over the years, I do get recognized from my bands, and even requests for autographs, as amazing as that sounds.  When I went to the International Street Fair with The Pool recently, I was recognized several times to his dismay, as he was not, and at my gig last weekend I was recognized from a previous band.  I appreciate the attention, but there are times when it can be annoying.  But, unlike some celebrities who seem to hate their fans, I accept the fact that I should relish what little notoriety I get, resigned to the fact that I am essentially a walking advertisement for my bands and those who help me express my creative persona, (i.e. my hair stylist)  Let me explain.

In a previous post I mentioned the hideous color of eye shadow I picked up from Sephora by Nars and that I was to return it soon.  I did so just the other day and also opted to have a free Express Service on their newest look, the Candy Eye.  While asking about the consultation, I was unexpectedly bombarded by the associates about my nails and my tattoo.   I ended up referring one gal to my tattoo artist and discussing at length about the shop, the artist and traditional style tattoos.  She mentioned that she read about the shop in the paper.  She was thrilled to see an example of the style in person.

Next, two girls wanted to know where on earth I got my nails and toes done.  I patronize a Japanese salon in Irvine, and I explained the difference between what I had done and acrylics.  The Japanese nail magazines have uber-hot concepts you need to check out, with hand painted artwork and 3D bling.  One time my own nail artist took a picture of the nails she had done for their portfolio.  She told me they love doing my nails because I always want something fun.  I had an extra card on me for the salon so I forked it over to the girls.

This happens often enough to even annoy the S.O.  When we were window shopping at the mall the other day, he was getting irked about the discussions I kept having with sales ladies about something I was wearing.

It's flattering and yeah, a bit of an ego boost, but those who know me know I not a megalomaniac.  In fact, sometimes I am embarrassed by the attention.  I can only be myself and if that means tongues will wag, so be it.   Shouldn't I be getting some sort of kick backs for all this advertising?  Don't get me started on how much business I have brought my long time hair stylist over the years.

Sephora's Candy Eye on The Rocker, applied by their artist using purple, white and aqua:

This one I did myself today using pale colors of teal, silver and yellow:

This consultation also included a free make-up brush, but I neglected to realize the coupon I received via email had expired.  They were kind enough to honor it anyways because they said I "was so lovely".  Ha!  Me lovely?  I even scored a free lip gloss in Nectar.  Ok, see, this is why I love Sephora.

Anyway, in conclusion, being recognized rocks.