Tuesday, August 26, 2008

To hell with it, I'm opening up

Confession: I have not worn much makeup for more than three weeks.  I look at all of the pretty colors, but  I just don't feel inclined to do anything with my awesome face.  However, things will change tomorrow.  You see, the thing is...I am starting a new job tomorrow.  I will be teaching at a community college for the first time ever.  I have to look presentable and serious.  These people are investing in their education and I don't want to distract them with my makeupless face.  I think I am going to take a cue from Pink Sith and go for the taupe eyeshadow.  I think  I will layer the mascara.  I'm also gonna do a red stain on the lips.  I am thinking about the makeup because, deep down, I am really nervous about this gig.

I have taught before at a high school level.  I enjoyed teaching, but I have yet to find my true niche.  I am dying to find my niche in education.  Maybe this will be it, either way, it will bring me one step closer to some type of final destination.  I am in the process of finalizing my syllabus, I feel a touch rusty.  Hopefully it will all come back to me, Meatloaf and Celine Dion style (remember that mesmerizing duet? Friggin' Awesome.).

Oh yeah, and I am letting my hair grow out and I am going au natural.  I have am rocking a very sweet mini-afro.  I can't wait to wear headbands again.   I am also satisfying my hankering for Trader Joe's Cheetos. Envy me!

That felt good.  I think I will open up more, why not.  Makeup will be the focus, but life spices it up.

Muah!

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Holy crap! that was a heavy rock

Tip #1: Don't google "wet and wild," without including the word "cosmetics." I thought I was going to immediately get fired when I typed in that search entry while at work. When the search results turned up, I could hear the distant, menacing sounds of sirens in the background. I think I heard the commanding footsteps of the What-are-you-doing-searching-for-obscenity-at-work-and-we don't-want-to-hear-an-explanation police. I quickly imagined them grabbing me by my arms and throwing me out of the 8th floor window, except the windows are sealed, and so they would have to walk me down the cold, white, sterile stairs, while yelling "Porn Searcher Walking." I could already hear the gossip hissing out of everybody's mouths. "She searched for 'wet and wild,' no wonder her door was always closed." (My door was always closed because a neighboring office occupant loved speaker phone with the door open.)

How would I buy makeup? Whose ideas was it to call it "Wet n' Wild"? Why do I love makeup so much? Why can't I just focus on work like normal people? Why do I always gravitate towards cosmetic websites that could double for questionable websites in a work setting? Why does my natural dark hair color look so unflattering on me? Why are the villains in telenovelas so evil?

Well as it turns out, no one even noticed that I had inadvertently searched for sexually charged sites. As soon as I realized what the always accurate Google had turned up, I immediately hit the "back" button and added the word "cosmetics" in my search entry. Thankfully, Wet n' Wild cosmetics popped up, and I made a wishlist of goodies.

This blunder happened several years ago, I have finally come around to buying the tinted moisturizer, which is friggin' awesome. Of recently, I have been taking the minimalist approach. I really have been lazy to put on makeup. I don't know why, but I just don't want to deal with it. So several weeks ago, on a whim, I went to Rite Aid and I bought the tinted moisturizer. I had heard raves about it; according to the raves, the moisturizer was like a light foundation that offered mid-medium coverage, it lasted long, and held up to oily skin. I have to say that it's true. This is a wonderful product. Usually the other tinted moisturizers that I have tried are too sheer, and I wonder what's the point.

With WnW, a little goes a long way. I use ball-ended sized pinpoints (you know, the ball-tipped needles that seamstresses always have coming out of their mouths) on my fingers and just spread the TM on my face. I apply a little more if necessary. The moisturizer is very spreadable, nicely creamy without feeling heavy, and moisturizing. My face is left with a light dew, which I subdue with a touch of Everyday Minerals silk dust. When I am done applying, all I have to do is lightly wash my hands, unlike when I wear heavier foundations. It really is a quick and easy application. In fact, the TM is so quick and nice I have been wearing it ever since I bought it. I have not had any breakouts, and I feel finished when I leave the house.

Dude, and it is only $2.99. I know, crazy!!! The quality and price makes me want to be obscene!

Out of habit, I still wear a moisturizer under the TM. It is redundant, but I always forget to skip the initial moisturizer. I imagine I would have less dewiness if I would remember to skip the moisturizer.

One con, WnW seems to not know that there are more than four skin colors in this world. Hellooo, wake up people. Share the wealth with all the skin colors.

Rating
4 out of 5 happy wallets (the lack of shade choices is poopoo, serial!) I bought "Tan" for my NC 35-40 skin
price: $2.99, can't beat that!

Tip #2: When you are climbing out from under a rock, make sure you wear comfortable shoes, gloves, and a hat. If you have a portable music device, have that handy too--it will make the time go by quicker.

Muah!!

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Angels sang when I first applied the creamy stick of color

I was an awkward teenager, like the majority of girls (I think the majority of women go through this.). I never really felt pretty when I was younger. Now, I have grown to appreciate my chipmunk cheeks and Medusa hair; there is no other option than to love the skin I am in. It takes more energy to hate and alter myself.

Anyway, during my tenure of envying the smooth-haired girls who were born with straight teeth and prominent cheekbones, I was introduced to the magic of lipstick by happenstance. I vaguely remember the entire day, but several details are forever branded in my brain. I remember a mirror, a green tube of Avon lipstick, and a label with the word "crimson" etched on it. I also remember the smell; the lipstick subtlety smelled of floral chemicals used to mask the waxy chemicals, romantic I know. The color was just as the name stated: red, harlot red. You see, this was a moment of self-discovery; I was on the cusp of becoming a teenager, and I was living on a hot and humid island that liked to distress my incredibly curly hair and coax my pores into a revolution. I attended an Evangelical private school that freaked out when I brought in a book about Native American religion. I was caught in between following the rules and rebeling against them by rolling up my skirt so that I could show a little of my honey-colored knee.

Enter the Crimson lipstick, the cornerstone to my self-discovery. I think Queen Fierce gave this lippie to me, maybe just to play around, but I took this mofo seriously. Ensconced in my insecurity, I went against my inner critic and applied this vibrant red color. Suddenly, my inner enemy didn't seem so intimidating. I started to appreciate who I saw in the mirror. The red lipstick highlighted the door to my most prized weapon: my voice. I fell in love with the lipstick. I fell in love with the smoothness, the glide, the manufactured scent, the feeling of vibrancy. I know, it was just a lipstick, but it meant so much more.

I wore the lipstick the next day to school (Queen Fierce let me wear it because she figured I would eventually get tired of it. I did eventually, but I have returned to it.) My teacher scolded me, but I never relented. In fact, it got to a point where the librarian (I used to volunteer in the library during recess) gave me a brand new red lipstick during the holidays: it was Revlon Rococo. One day, a guy called my a whore. The power of red gave me the strength to tell him off. I discovered an inner strength and an inner appreciation, all because of a beautiful red lipstick at the age of 12, maybe 13.

I have ventured into the diverse world of lipstick colors, but I still have a warm spot for red lipsticks. Now I have a collection of lipsticks, and whenever I am in a poopy mood, I swing by the drugstore and explore the lipstick colors.

One of my favorite drugstore lipsticks is the Revlon Super Lustrous line. These are wonderfully moisturizing, they are highly pigmented and they don't dry the lips at all. They last about 4 hours with regular lip action (heavy kissing will cut your time by 3.5 hours, but at least it will look great smeared all over your and your partner's lips). The lippies are incredibly creamy and they have a lovely sheen. These lippies just glide on the lips. They don't have a taste, but they do have a scent. The scent is not floral or fruity (I don't like those), it's more like a neutralizer that helps subdue the natural scent of waxes, pigments etc. It is nothing offensive, but if you have a sensitive nose, then it is something to consider. The scent doesn't last long, once applied I can't smell the lipstick at all. The colors do not change on my lips, they stay true. I really haven't come across a warm color I didn't like. I really love to buy these treats when the drugstore has them on a BOGO sale. I have a field day!

Rating
5 out of 5 happy wallets
Price: $7.99 (by it on sale!)

Any fun stories about your first makeup encounters?

revlon lippies

revlon 1st half


2nd half revlon