She came home late one night from a friends house. Another makeup party, where her friend was selling her wares. Over priced, “high-quality” stuff you could only get from this friend. It was all the rage right now among her friends. All of them were married mothers, normal day to day ladies who attacked to grind of motherhood. Most of them had a part-time gig or a money making bit. This friend sold makeup to her friends. Another sold press-on nails. One sold leggings and dresses.
“How was the makeup tonight?” I asked as my wife came bopping through the door. She smiled and held up a could little bags of goodies she’d purchased. She showed me the wares and explained what they were for. I was still confused even after the crash course of the application. “There’s all this cool stuff! And she’s coming out with more next month!”
“Super rad!” I said, trying to sound like I knew how awesome it was.
“Next Friday is Jenna’s leggings party! And the Tuesday after that is Michelle’s nail party! Can I go to those?”
“Yeah, that’s fine.” I said “I can take the kids.”