"My absolute all-time favorite shade
of lipstick is Chartreuse Goose!" Gertrude giggled
to the gardener or to anyone who would listen. She loved
anything to do with makeup and color.
Gertrude had made-over the butler, baker,
scullery maid, and the Duchess' daughter. None of them were
very happy when they looked into their mirrors afterward.
It wasn't very simple to convince them to let her do their
makeovers in the first place:
"Please le me do your makeovers, I'll
do a great job," Gertrude screeched. They were reluctant,
but how could they refuse the daughter of the King? And
so, the makeovers were done.
The baker's hair turned a deep, chocolate
brown, which was blonde before Gertrude had changed it.
He roared angrily that his golden locks now looked the color
of burnt French toast! Gertrude was cringing even before
she heard what the scullery maid had said; her face was
turning from orange to purple!
"You little bugger!" the scullery
maid said as she sneered in her English accent. "The
sunless tanner you unevenly smothered all over my body makes
me look like a I haven't bathed for months!"
"I'm sooooo sssssorrrry, I thought you
would like it," Gertrude wept. She felt totally and
absolutely horrible and humiliated.
For these negative responses, Gertrude knew
that something had to change: "Hmmm, maybe I should
try some less radical makeovers on less critical clients...but
who?" She then remembered the unconditional love and
acceptance of her royal parents.
Gertrude's mother, Queen Eucretia was a slender
woman with a long neck and long ebony hair down to her buttocks.