I forget sometimes that some of you come here for the makeup ♡
What you see here is a full day of makeup before and after. I arrived at the office looking shiny and beat and left looking ever-so-slightly less polished. Here are the lessons I take from these pics:
Sometime between taking the first picture and lunch, my husband sent me a text that made me laugh out loud in that ugly, satisfying way that explodes out of you without warning. That laugh caused my right eye to water, and that somehow signalled my mascara to attack me. By attack, I mean leak burning black poison into my eye, scorching skin and eyeball alike as it travelled along the waterline and into my eye cavity.
It was at this time that I became truly grateful that I was alone in the office. It meant that I didn’t need to explain my laugh/scream to anyone else, and was perfectly free to hobble to the bathroom; one hand held over my eye, the other frantically texting; in simultaneous hysterics and agony.
After a complicated procedure involving a mirror and some dampened toilet paper, the burning stopped, and I decided I need a waterproof mascara. You won’t be surprised when I tell you though, that I’ll only be buying it when the offending devil mascara is done. I’m a minimalist see, so the only way out is to use said devil mascara until it’s finished… or wait on tenterhooks to the day it expires. I’ll give it a month.
Lesson 1: Next time, buy waterproof mascara.
The drama resulted in a naked right eye, complete with smudged mascara residue and dark circles where once there was a perfectly concealed and powdered under-eye. At this point, I gave up, and instead of trying to correct the damage, I put my soggy TP back to work and messed up the left eye to match. I had work to do, and Nic’s innocent joke, while worth it, had already taken up much more time than is reasonable.
Lesson 2: Prioritise what’s important; jokes and work.
My eyebrows seem to have faded during the day. I can see that the loss of definition is mainly in the front third. I think it has more to do with the concealer I used to ‘clean up’ under the brow disappearing than the brow gel I painstakingly painted on, one ‘hair’ at a time. From this, I gather that I look much more confident, and even a bit more capable at the start of the day. Huh, who’d have thought?
Lesson 3: Anything that requires me to ‘#slay’ must be scheduled for the morning.
My final observation is that my highlighter definitely diminished throughout the day. Where this morning I was blinding people with my glow, (not really, because that would be rude), this afternoon, I’m as dull as a regular human.
Lesson 4: Don’t expect your skin to glow like a mythical creature all day because you’re a human.
All in all, I consider that a productive analysis. Thank you as always for reading my ramblings. I leave you with this: If your makeup fading through the day causes you a lot of stress, interrogate that feeling and consider giving yourself a break.
Be nice to people, and to yourself ♡♡♡
I use a night cream from Woolworths. I apply it after I get out of the shower in the morning, because I’m sure my skin is not so advanced as to be able to tell the time. I figure that they make night creams a bit heavier than day creams because night time is a good opportunity to introduce some serious moisture to your face. Since my skin is on the dry side, I actually enjoy the slightly richer feel of this cream. Also, I like the packaging, and the fact that it calls me an ‘adult’. After showers, my face is crying out for the moisture, and applying the cream then allows enough time for it to settle into my skin before the cosmetic barrage. Why, you ask? Because I am never prepared for anything, and after I shower, I invariably have to rush to the kitchen and pull out the ironing board before asking Nic to iron whatever I’m intending to wear on that day… but I digress.
Some LA Girl concealers which the internet made me buy, but which are surprisingly good and cheap.
Makeup and Minimalism 