Dear...

I was surprised when the new foundation you had specially color-matched for me wasn’t right. We had spent so much time swiping and blending and comparing colors on my face that I was confident you had lined me up with the right tools I needed to be gorgeous.

I wrote the check, gathered up all my purchases, and skipped home giggling gleefully with anticipation to try out all my new pretty-girl toys.

I’m sorry, dear.
But I look like I fell asleep under a heat lamp.

I was so sure there had been a mistake.
Maybe you had written down the wrong color code.
Honest mistake.

And thankfully, your company has a 30-day return policy.
You were so eager to correct the color mis-match, and I appreciate it.

However…

When I returned for a re-match, I heard you tell your color-match associate, “See, it blends in nicely here… but her skin is more of a reddish tint here.. a nice rosey glow… so I matched that.”

Honey.

That’s not a rosy glow. That’s called blotchiness.
That’s what I’m trying to hide.
And you color-matched it.

::sigh::

Thanks for fixing it.

But I hoped you learned from this experience.

Signed,
The woman who doesn't wish to look like an Oompa Loompa