Monday, November 11, 2013
More Like Beauty BLAHger
I put on makeup because I have to, not because I'm any good at it. Without makeup, I look like I'm 12. With makeup, I'm pushing 15. The extra 3 years matter, I promise.
Lately, I've been trying really hard to get better at, you know, giving a shit. It's really difficult to spend much time thinking about how I look because I'm working so damn hard all of the time. The time that I'm not working, I just want to be in my bed. It also seems silly to get fancied up for my patients, so I have a very minimal routine in the morning of ways to make myself look like a person. Straighten hair, some makeup, clothes, DONE. Oh, I brush my teeth in there too. I do not, however, brush my hair. Ever. Ever. Ever. Ever. I don't even own a hairbrush. YOU DON'T BRUSH CURLS, EVEN ONCE THEY'RE STRAIGHTENED.
That was really for my husband. He doesn't understand not owning a hair brush.
Back to the topic at hand.
I had this thought. There have got to be a ton of women out there in my same situation. Women who don't buy cosmetics because they're fun and sparkly but because they need to look put together. Women who don't particularly enjoy trying new shades and looks, but who need functional pretty-fying stuff that WORKS.
This can't just be me. In fact, I know it isn't. So now that I'm putting some damn effort into this shizz, I will share it with the internetz for those of you who, like me, just need things to be simple but effective.
AND AND AND, I'll give some of them away while I'm at it.
How 'bout them Apples?
Speaking of giveaways, don't forget about the one that we're currently rocking over here: Raccoon Eyes No More!
As always, it's hip to be square (and functional!), kids.
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