I’m a familiar face at church (despite my increasingly rare attendance due to dieting making me extra-crazy), so when four face-painters weren’t enough for the tiny crowd, I was asked to help.
I am no artist, but one thing I can do is pretend to be confident. Thus, carefully restraining myself from utterances like, “Whoops! Your face now looks like &@#)$!”, and “Oh dear, I’m so sorry” and, “I’m sure it washes off”, and “Erm. . . can it be an EVIL fairy?” I dived into the fray.
The point at which it became fun (observe the smile of eeeevvvviiiiillll):
“Now just hold still, my little man. This won’t hurt a bit.”
Oh, sorry. Did you guys want to see HIS adorable Christmassy face?
Double aww with blood-soaked teeth and a figgy pudding on top.
NB: The child did actually request this face.
The afternoon was made even better by the way the woman painting next to me was saying, “It’s not too late. I can still change you from a skull into a puppy. A nice, fluffy puppy. No? Okay. . .”