Makeup for the Apocalypse
kim | 08 November, 2006 21:14
Last night I cleaned out my professional makeup closet, then my personal makeup closet. Here's what I've gleaned from throwing away a garbage bag almost filled with crap from my own closet:
1. If it's discontinued lipstick (like, for two years) chuck it. If you need the color and you can't find it, go to Giella, 3 Custom Color or Perscriptives.
2. There will never be a time when I wear any version of green liner: be it pastel mint, shimmery grass or hunter. That's just me, I don't wear it, will never wear it. I need to chuck it or put it in my kit. If you are not a professional makeup artist that means it goes in the garbage or gets sharpened (cleaned) and then to your daughter for dress-up. Or son as the case may be, it's none of my business. The one thing this industry has not seen is an incredibly foxy, talented straight makeup artist. That guy, whenever he comes along is going to make a killing.
3. Separated foundations go out. I don't care how expensive they were.
4. If you want to keep something like concealer for "back up," get a new one, don't keep the decrepit old one.
5. Clean out your sharpeners or else you'll get black dots everywhere.
6. There is no need to throw out your sparkles. They don't go bad.
7. When the apocalypse comes, you will not need any of that stuff, so throw it out, already.
And I did.
Call For Submissions - Thismom.com
kim | 08 November, 2006 10:13
My friend Kyra over at thismom.com is putting together an anthology of stories from parents of children with Spectrum Disorders such as autism, aspberger's syndrome and PD-NOS, lovely, life-altering little things like that. If you would like to be considerered, go over here to Gravity Pulls You In and send it in, she will review it and let you know!
kim | 07 November, 2006 09:54
As I mentioned, I had a lipgloss that I wanted to exchange from Sephora that my mother in law had gotten for me for my birthday. I know myself and I know that I need sparkles. And I also know that given the opportunity, I will trade up in a makeup store. So I knew that I was going to get a sparkly eyeshadow. I have been
eyeballing "Dirt Bag" (why, why with the rude names?)
by Too Faced (brown with gold sparkles) for years but for some reason have never bought it. While hunting, I came acrross this:
The wet/dry eyeshadow by Vincent Longo in Concerto, black with silver sparkles. I will tell you why I love this. Yes, doi, it has sparkles, but it also is super soft and it is supremely blendable. But best of all, the sparkles really come through which is not common in a dark, sparkly shadow. I guess you can wear it wet, hence the name, but I haven't done that yet. I think I will be wearing this all winter long, but not with the Midnight Cowboy Rides again, or maybe I will. Who knows? I'm such a disco queen.
Postcard from Little F**ckerville
kim | 07 November, 2006 09:50
A postage-stamp sized place underneath the kid's table where he scribbles on the wall. Hi! Just saying hi from there.
I'm Dreaming of Eva
kim | 06 November, 2006 00:28
Blissful trip to the Eva Scrivo Salon. All brown again and relaxed. That Eva knows how to take care of people. I have pictures that I will post later.
Color Fever Gloss
kim | 03 November, 2006 11:06
What do I hate more than seeing a woman who has pressed her lips together, inserted a lipgloss brush (or a lip stick, for that matter) in there and then swiped it across? Well, alot of things, but in makeup mistake land, this is one of the laziest manuevers there is. Now you have a resource against such things: Color Fever Gloss by Lancome.
The applicator sponge is tilted, so that you can get a big swath of color on your lips, but it's also pointed so that you can get it in the tips of your upper lips! Also, it's moisturizing, feels great and is not sticky at all! Some of you think about that from time to time. The micro sparkle captures the light and makes your mouth like it's on ecstacy in the nearest disco! It comes in 15 colors, but they are selling like hot cakes, so they might go quickly! $22, Saks Fifth Avenue. (and every other place on the planet.
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Spa Date
kim | 02 November, 2006 03:19
Aah. Spa. After three years of no breaks and somebody being on an extended business trip and somebody else up for the past month at night with illnesses and frequent ear infections, what could be more appealing?
So, first belated lunch with the girls. Yum. One even got me some pink roses, which I had gotten for myself on Sunday, so now I have 36 pink roses on my table. Nice.
So me and another friend arrive at the spa. I got it as a recommendation from another friend who I really like, but I'm a spa snob. When I walked in, I was not impressed. "Don't be such a bitch," I told myself.
We changed in the changing room, consoled ourselves with the fact that the robes were nice, and waited.
I got a water service before I got my massage. There I was, changing in my disposable panties, confronting the fact that someone other than my husband was going to have to witness the pendulousness of my post-baby body when the phone rang: "Hi, can you come over and do the eyebrows of this really important person even though you don't have your kit, will have to cut your spa day short and not really turn a profit because you have to buy your whole kit? But she's really important and this could lead to great things. Or not. Whatever, it's your choice."
So there I am, naked, "relaxing" in the hydrotub weighing my options. And it occurs to me: if I'm going to be a freelance makeup artist and a writer and a parent, then I am never really, truly going to rest and I am going to be interupted all the time. It was then I fully grasped the concept of groundlessness that I have been trying to understand by listening to Pema Chodron for so long. In that moment, I did not fully surrender my body to the experience but I accepted the fact that resting once in three years is not acceptable. Plus, I had had enough of the tub after 10 minutes. Who wants to sit in a tub with jets propelling all over your body for 25 minutes? Not me. I mean unless it's the 70's and there's a bald fat cliche with gold chains sitting next to me with a glass of Boone's Strawberry Farm in one hand and my boob in the other. But I digress.
The point is that the spa didn't take me away enough to relax. I gave the poor pedi girl 12 minutes to do my feet because I had to make it to my client. I am highly distractable because of my life and I need a spa to fully capture my attention, to take me away from a brow client. To serve myself before I serve others. So next time? Great Jones Spa, here I come.
kim | 01 November, 2006 08:17
It was my birthday the other day, but nobody noticed because I was taking care of my sick child. So today I'm celebrating! Lunch with the girls! Spa extravaganza! Perhaps a bit of shopping!
I am now teetering on a certain age. I took it as an opportunity re-evaluate my style and I came up with this conclusion: I'm too old for motorcycle boots. I am not too old, however, for sparkles. And after an almost year-long hiatus from sparkles, they have re-entered my life. My mother in law sent me, at my request, the following:
Urban Decay Eyeshadow in Midnight Cowboy Rides Again
Which has double the sparkle as Midnight Cowboy and Delux Beauty Lip Gloss, which I have never tried (if you can believe it) in Hank
which looks kinda spring-y in this picture but it's so foxy that I can't stop putting it on. And in this new age that I am experiencing, I figure, it's my face, my rules and I'll just put a little extra eyeshadow on it and call it fall.